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YANDERE SILCO X READER X (kinda jinx)
Silco loves you,
That was quite known among the entire undercity, even before he had taken you to his compound, he always had sevika following you around when you worked in those factories, which alone was enough to make people scared of you. He deposited money in your account when he thought you were getting too thin, or he would secretly intercept any letters you would send to your mother complaining that you always felt like you were being watched
So when you were fired from your job completely on the random, he knew he had to take this opportunity. Jinx loved you, and she wanted you just as much as he did, so it was only natural.
You should've known better when you got an offer from Silco to work in his house the second you were fired, but you had been far too distraught over your current lack of employment. You especially should've known better when the letters kept coming from him even after you'd thrown out the first one.
Eventually, you had found that no one else was willing to hire you, which was such a surprise, as a woman, usually every business in the undercity wanted you as their own, having a good looking little thing like yourself attracted so much business. So when you went looking for a job, any job, and no one was even willing to let you in their building? You had become desperate.
So, you had to accept. You didn't know where to find the man, but generally you associated
The leaders of the undercity with that bar, the one your mother used to go to all the time. The Last Drop, When you had shown up, the loud club went silent. Immediately you were brought to his office, where he had a very personal conversation about what you would be doing for him.
It was simple really, he had known that if he hired you with no purpose you would grow suspicious, even fearful, so he simply told you that the head maid at his house lost her assistant, and she needed to train you into becoming a good little housemaid to help her.
And with what he was willing to pay you? Which by the way was far more than the head maid was being paid, you were more than willing to live here under the bar with him and his daughter.
Of course, his reputation precedes him and jinx, so you were more than scared of them, you avoided them like they were plague rats. On the occasion the head maid would send you up to bring him a cigar or some disgustingly fermented kind of alcohol, she knew what he thought of you, and she knew that the more he saw you, the higher her pay would be.
He watched you every day from the secret windows he had all across the place, and he had jinx and his head maid and savika take tabs on you, jinx had almost befriended ou at this point, after all she did know sooner or later you would end up being her little sister, she could be what Vi wasn't.
Usually, with the pay motivation, he would notice that cute little pep you had in your step everyday, wearing that little maid getup was so adorable, especially since it was made just for you. Of course when you were his he would dress you in the finest silks and linens, you didn't belong in the undercity, and he would make sure to dress like it. Generally you were very happy to do your job, a pleasant smile adorning your face.
Which was why today was so odd. You had woken up and gotten dressed as usual, but the maid had reported that you had stayed groggy all morning, and when Jinx had talked to you, you looked like you were about to cry. It was just so strange of you, even when you worked in that miserable factory while making only 2 cents an hour, you had always been so sweet, so happy.
That's why he was so worried about you today. He watched you bustle slowly in the kitchen, you had large dark circles and your nose had begun to sniffle, you were slouching heavily, and you let out the occasional cough. You looked bad. The last straw for him was watching you begin to doze off with a knife in your hand while chopping vegetables for breakfast.
You tensed up when he walked into the kitchen, but continued doing what the head maid had told you to do. She had made sure you wouldn't be too tense around silco by making you be around him every so often. Did Not make you any less fearful, you knew what he was capable of.
He watched you work, recording in his mind how out of sorts you'd begun to appear, your eyes were sagging closed on occasion, and your hands were shaking like you were freezing, even though it was perfectly warm in the kitchen. You were sick. That much was obvious, it only made sense, as there was some kind of flu going through piltover, and whatever illness happened there spread here, and it was always worse here.
“Are you feeling alright dear? You look… unwell” The scary man questioned in that scratchy voice of his that you'd grown quite fearful of by now. THe question itself made you perk up immediately, you didn't think you looked so bad, it brought fear to you, at your old work if they believed you were not in the right condition to earn them the most money it was very likely you would be fired… or beaten. You didn't think this man was above that.
“Yes sir. I’m just a little tired today.” you replied, continuing chopping the onion, this morning you chose to ignore the little tears it made you shed, not wanting to look weak in front of him. He rolled his eyes and watched as you fumbled with the knife, the head maid shouldn't be letting you do this on your own, especially since it would be so easy to just chop a finger off.
“I don't think you should be handling knives in your state darling, and you look far more than tired” He condescended, leaning over on the counter and watching you as you almost nicked yourself.
“No sir, I’m alright, I can work- I swear” you practically begged him, and continued your task for the head maid, you weren't really sure if doing this with him was okay, you weren't disobeying him, but it just felt wrong.
In a matter of seconds he was behind you, he had moved so swiftly that you hadn't even noticed his hands snaking under your arms, or his chest pressing against your back. It startled you, and It obviously didn't help that you weren't fully aware of yourself, as you were sick.
“I said, put the knife down, I wasn't asking. You are ill” He squeezed you and pulled the knife from your hands, tossing it to the side. It made a sharp clanging noise, he would have a talk with the maid about her letting you deal with such dangerous things, she knew not to. You turned around, only to let a sharp little gasp out, you hadn't realized the close proximity you were in with him at the moment, you barely talked to him, and this, this was more than you'd ever touched your own mother, let alone silco.
“I will call the doctor, you won't be working today”
You stared up at him, and he stared right back down at you, practically daring you to try and keep working, you didn't though, only stared, a little bit in fear, a little bit in anxiety for what he was going to do next. Nobody had ever showed this much concern over your wellbeing, with a sniffle you began to tear up.
You didn't even know why you were reacting this way to him, it was just so abnormal, so strange. But you just felt so drawn in by the way he looked at you, the way he looked like he actually cared, the way he held you. He was supposed to be the most dangerous man in the undercity.
It only took a few seconds for little tears speckling your eyes to turn into large awful globes of water flowing freely from your own. The more he looked at you the more you found yourself crying, it was embarrassing really. You just stood there crying as he stared down, his arms wrapped around you.
“I-I’m sorry sir i don't know- I don't know why this is happening, I-I think i might be a little sick I’m sorry I-” you stuttered out through your own heavy breathing, trying to explain anything and everything. His gaze slowly softened, and he held you tighter, you noticed.
“Do not apologize, usually I’m less understanding, but you- you're quite the exception” As he spoke his voice drew out any anger or sadness you had towards your old life, your old family, the life before you met him. His words only made your cries harder. Silco noticed the maid walk in from the corner of his eye, and then walk right back out after seeing whatever was happening here.
“I think it's time to reconsider your title here, darling”
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The next morning, Savika wasn’t surprised to find you sleeping in Silcos lap, dressed in a pale blue-silk nightgown as he did his morning work.
Savika wasn't surprised to see you wearing a diamond necklace with an S engraved on it
And she certainly wasn't surprised that Silco seemed to be in a much better mood.
After all…
Silco loves you.
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My daddy issues are screaming rn fr.
Anyone else just watch a show and then obsessively want to write like 30 fics on it? Just me? Ok nevermind.
Anywayyyyyy. If you have any ideas for little gay things with Vi or Jinx please be my guest, my inbox is open for those.
ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH HAVE A WONDERFUL WONDERFUL DAY TODAY.
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platonic yandere Silco and Jinx and child reader with adopted eryanderw
Yandere Father Silco and Sister Jinx Headcanons
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Silco met you after he met Jinx. You were small, scarily so, not so surprising for children in the Lanes. You were a thief, nearly too quick for him to see as he travels through the depths of Zaun, though once he did, you were his forever.
Silco doesn't give off the vibes of a father, but he's a damn good one. He whisks you away from your old life, offering you one filled with warm meals, nice clothing, a family who cares for you. He's patient as you slowly come out of your shell, knowing it's a big adjustment for you.
Silco cares about you, and surprisingly, likes doing the fatherly things for you and Jinx. He cuts up pieces of food for you, reads books to you to help you sleep, plays all the childish games with you and Jinx, no matter how embarrassing they are. He wants to give both of you a good childhood, at least as good as a childhood can get in Zaun.
Speaking of Jinx, it takes her a while to warm up to you when Silco brings you home. She has this idea that you're going to replace her, mostly due to her very traumatic childhood. After getting to know you better, she quickly becomes your best friend. Before she moves her room, you and Jinx share a room. You play games together, build little trinkets together, become seemingly real siblings.
Both Silco and Jinx share an intense sense of protection over you. They know you can handle yourself, being a child of Zaun an all, but they can't help but believe everyone and everything is out to get you. Silco makes sure you are far away from his work as humanly possible, forbidding you from even coming into his office at time. Jinx will make you bombs and weapons to protect yourself, most of which Silco confiscates as they are extremely lethal.
As you both get older, Silco grows to miss when you were young, when you didn't have so many questions about his possessiveness over you. He misses when he would watch you color on his desk, still keeping those drawings to this day. He misses when he would eat dinner with his children, now too busy running Zaun to spend some days with you. But most of all, he misses being close with you. When you were little, you shared everything with him, your crushes, your bullies. You quickly realized Silco was getting rid of anyone who got too close to you, and as you got older, your walls began to grow. You still cared for your sister and the man who raised you, but it was obvious you were aware of their unhealthy obsession.
While Silco is much more subtle in his obsession, Jinx was not. As she got older and grew more unhinged, she openly talked about killing people who were your "friends." She switches between begging you not to leave them, hugging you tightly, to threatening to break your legs if you even dare leave your rooms. You try and tell Silco about it, but he chalks it up to sibling behavior.
When the times comes for Silco to make a deal with Piltover by sending away Jinx, he wants to cry when you offer to take the blame for her. You explain how everything would go, you could say you were attempting to impersonate Jinx in order to not get caught, Silco stopping you before you could get halfway through your spiel. Silco refuses to sacrifice any of his children in order to achieve his dream. You and Jinx are integral to that dream, and he refuses to lose either of you.
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Yandere Silco HCs
CW: Intimidation, kidnapping, manipulation, guilt tripping, gaslighting, and whatnot. Somewhat proof read :P
A/n: Soft yandere Silco?? He's desperate for human connection. Not much to say. Silco brain damage XD
Possessive, dominate, and manipulative
The smoothest manipulator you will ever encounter. He is brutal- Cruel with his ways of keeping you around his thin fingers. Just before you break, Silco knows exactly how to let you down easy with his iron grip.
"Aw, don't cry dear. You know I only do what is best for you. If you really think this is so bad, then go ahead and venture out into the lanes. Taint yourself in the thick air, polluted waters, the violence of whom i cannot control. I do think you rather not return to those conditions, no?"
Silco falls for you when you show your strengths and weaknesses. There's no facade or display when it comes to the thought of you. It's simply just the feeling your omit from your presence that softens his cold heart.
Would not dare to court you directly. Especially if you're from Zuan. He would show you his affections through messing with the stresses of your life. Money running thin? Oh why don't you look at that? An "old friend" sent you some cash. Job sucks? A business scout invites you to work at a larger company while you're doing errands.
If you're from Piltover, then he will try his best to fuck your life over. You seem to be pretty well off, so there isn't much fixing to do from afar. You will be stalked by his best, followed late at night, subtly threatened by a few strangers on the street, the ones close to you will leave and not say why, and so much more. Though, they will never be enough for you to take real legal action. Silco will chip away at you bit by bit, so when he finally has his grasp on you, it will be more of him "saving you" rather than kidnapping you.
Sometimes he visits your home and rummages through your stuff personally. Looks through photo albums, digital devices, inventory of food and whatnot, and clothing articles. His favorite thing to do is to lay in your bed- hug your messy blankets and lay in your scent. It's a drastic difference from his smoking habits. Cigars are so expensive, but intruding your home and melting in your presence is free.
Breaths in and out like he's on a machine. Like if he DOES NOT repeat the cycle of oxygen and carbon dioxide, he will fucking perish. Silco has been so deattached from love and physical touch, that this is his best replacement.
Would never admit doing this. He makes sure Sevika is guarding the front door at all times. One, to make sure you dont come home unexpectedly, and two, so that she doesn't know more than she needs to.
Bonus points if you can sway Jinx. Whether it be you talked her down during one of her fantastical massacres, or you happen to simply run into the time bomb of a girl- If she likes you, you're officially on his roster forever. No take backs.
When he takes you, it's slow and thorough. Most likely when you're peacefully asleep and somewhat unaware- a syringe is injected and you're relocated.
Silco keeps you in a select few locations in Zaun. Despite his access to luxury, he wants to remind you of what situation you're in. He will take care of you, but he will not coddle you.
Silco is an older man, so puppy love isn't much of a thing for him. By the way he creeps around your shit, you'd think he gets flustered just by the mention of your name, but no. He screams on the inside but is easily composed on the outside. Years of the undercity does that to a person you know?
But when he's angry? Oh when he's upset, he's goes off the rails. Usually, the origin of Silco's rages can be traced back to either your disrespect, or his thinning patience. He gets a bit physical and guilt trips the hell out of you. Grabs your face and pushes you down; Making you focus on how badly you fucked up.
"Do you think I enjoy you screaming at me? Through all those difficult times, I've been the one to have your back. From rent to keeping those who wanted nothing but to take advantage of you away- I've only cared for you. If it were up to them, they would've sold you out for just a vile of Shimmer! But me? No, no I would never would give you up for anything. Because I love you. I adore you Y/n. I do this not for my own gain, but because you deserve to be happy. Don't be fooled love..."
He would rather keep you away from his work. He wants to fall into your arms after a long day in the office and or running around trying to find Jinx. Silco doesn't need you to question his authority as future ruler of Zaun. He already deals with that from ungrateful underlings. He doesn't need that from you either.
Definition of touchy. Has a bad habit of invading your personal space out of nowhere and demanding your time of day. His favorite act of affection is holding and taking you in as you two stand. It's mighty awkward, but Silco thinks it's nice. Cuddling makes him feel too vulnerable and kind of childish, so this gives him somewhat of a limit.
Kiss him on the disfigured side of his face and he'll get sentimental. He won't cry much- maybe let a tear run down when you're not looking. He cherishes you so much despite his actions sometimes saying otherwise.
Silco doesn't feel ugly or extremely insecure because of the disfigurement. Rather he feels changed because of it. As he said, "I let a weak man die that day." Through years of living under the grime and corruption of Zaun, he's come to accept things as they are.
He does not give two shits what you do. As long as you don't die, run away, or mess with his plans, go at it. Obviously there is a limit to things, (Such as no explosives or Jinx-like foolery) but everything you used to do in your normal life is available. Other than being an independent person that is.
Silco doesn't stress too much if you run away. As long as you're in Zaun or Piltover, you will never really leave his grasp.
Being on the run in Zaun is some shoulder deep shit. He has eyes everywhere, so getting an update of your recapture isn't much but of an hour behind schedule.
If you somehow get to Piltover, he'll push everything and everyone out of the way to recapture you. Marcus better hope you're taken back soon. If not, Silco will have near impossible demands for him to carry out. Fuck the council, and fuck the citizens of Piltover. Silco cannot rest until you're dragged back down into the murky waters of Zaun and be drowned for your crimes against his heart.
But if you really aren't giving into things over a certain period of time, Silco will be forced to dispose of you. It's not you, it's him. He would crawl to the ends of the Earth for you, but the combination of his feelings and your blatant displeasure is just too much. He cannot falter- He will not wither because of something he foolishly called "love". So when he decides to get rid of you, he will come and do it personally. Cut off a weak part of him just as he did before.
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Romantic! Yandere Silco with an overworked female who desperately needs rest but can't relax. He has tried to be subtle and exert his control from the shadows slowly over time but he feels he has to step in now. He thought he was prepared but it is hard for him to take care of someone who is scared of him and what may happen at any moment. Silco learns that being soft and gentle with his dear works much better than kidnapping or threats.
Here you go :3 I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting, Silco is 1000000% husband material. I love him so damn much wuijakcfbnx
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He had tried to steal your heart. It didn’t work. You sat there, tied to a chair, with Silco staring over you. He circled the chair, and gently touched your shoulders and arms as he walked around you. “Darling…you have yet to even say a word to me. What is it you want? Anything you desire…you can have. As long as you’ll be mine.” He stopped directly in front of you and took note of the tears that had fallen each time he entered the room.
“P-please…just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone you did it, I just want to go home.” You whimpered and tried to recoil back when he knelt down to your level so you could stare into his eyes…those terrifying eyes. They didn’t even look human. It only spiked your feelings of fear.
He looked at your face, your tears and expression. When he went to wipe your tears, he stopped before he could touch you. That look…how you flinched and closed your eyes as you whimpered. It broke what was left of his heart. “If…that is what you wish. However, I can’t part from you for long. We’ll strike a deal, then.” Silco started to untie you, and you looked confused if anything.
“A…deal?” It sounded awful. What if he was only untying you to torture you? However he hadn’t hurt you yet. Except for the slight burns from the ropes. “What kind of deal?” You stayed still as he untied you, not wanting to find out if he really intended on hurting you.
“Yes. A deal. If you come back here, to my location once a week, you may have your freedom. However you must stay the full 24 hours. You spend hours upon hours doing paperwork. This one day of relaxation could prove beneficial for us both. That is all I ask.” He smiled, but the smile left his face as soon as you jumped out of the chair and put distance between you.
“Why? Why do I have to come back?” Skeptical, and slightly fearful it made you furrow your brows and try to hide the remaining terror on your face. He was an extremely powerful man, he practically ran the lanes. “What…do you intend to do with me while I’m here?”
Silco respected your distance, though he wanted there to be little to none between you. He didn’t do so much as step closer. “I want to see you. That’s all, darling.” His genuine look made you even more confused. If he really meant it, then you had gained the attention of possibly the most dangerous man in the underground. If he wasn’t being honest…he was a damn good actor.
“If…if you swear to not harm me…I don’t think I have another choice…” It was concerning, knowing you had to meet with the man weekly. “What will you do?” He never answered your question. “What will you do to me?” Part of you didn’t even want to know the answer. The other part wanted to be prepared for what was to come.
“I aim to win your heart. I have had my eye on you longer than you can imagine. We will eat together, read together…anything your heart desires.” This time he did take a step forward, and when you stepped back he raised his hands on surrender. “We’ll do this the easy way, okay?” He held out a hand, waiting for you to grab it.
To him, it wasn’t even the “easy” way. Though for you it may be. He realized that kidnapping, torture wasn’t the way to win you over. He knew you liked simple things, crafting and music. Perhaps he could really give this a try. Doing things more “traditionally”, even if harsher methods were more common and even simple for him.
You looked at him for a long time, eyeing his hand outstretched to you. But you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed him. With that in mind, you held his hand. It was…cold. Just as you assumed his heart was.
He led you home, and it wasn’t in the least surprising how he knew exactly where it was and how to get there. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time. It was a display of ownership, but even moreso, protection. People would see him with you, and either pity you…or be fearful of you. You were holding hands with someone who is known to be powerful. In that way…it seemed you had your own bit of power now. For as long as he wouldn’t harm you.
From then on, you followed through with your deal. At first it was terrifying, being escorted by Sevika or another guard dog of Silco’s, but you got used to it eventually. In fact…you found you actually really enjoyed spending time with him. He was polite, to you at least. And he had a sweet relationship with Jinx, who you’d also gotten pretty close to. It was…nice.
Today was another day that you were aiming to go see Silco. It was earlier in the day when you woke up, so you headed in that direction. He had sent many letters, requesting that you take breaks. He really must have eyes on you at all times. To be honest…you really were overworking yourself. You were tired, zombie-like even. It was really calming to see Silco. For some reason you didn’t quite understand yet.
There were many people on the street, but the closer you got to Silco’s “lair”, the fewer people there were. It shifted from commonfolk, to mainly Silco’s henchmen of sorts. You recognized a lot of them, as Silco would often have to respond to problems in his plans that he had directed those henchmen to do. It was almost funny how he constantly got onto you for overworking yourself, when he did it to himself as well.
The streets were mostly desolate. But it seemed it wouldn’t be peaceful in the slightest, given who approached you. It was a regular man, but he would prove to be quite the problem. He was clearly drunk, and staggered towards you. The others looked at him suspiciously, knowing you were under Silco’s care.
“You’re Silco’s, huh? Why not be mine?” He hiccupped and almost tripped as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His breath reeked of booze, and a guard or two got closer in case the situation escalated. Did he really think that the “pick up line” would work?
“No thank you.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders and walked closer to Silco’s main building. Not getting very far, you stopped when he grabbed your arm. Hard. He either had no idea how strong he was, or he was trying to hurt you on purpose.
“Come on, I’m fun. That jackass probably has no idea how to have a good time.” He leaned closer and you locked eyes with one of the henchmen. Silently begging for help. You weren’t very strong, so breaking free of this firm grasp was extremely difficult. Given how exhausted you were from working nearly all night, it only amplified the feeling of helplessness.
Luckily the guard saw your look and rushed over. He knew he’d be in deep trouble if he didn’t step in and you were harmed further. Silco had made it very clear you were not to be touched, harmed, or even looked at “wrong”. So when the man grabbed you, he was already in trouble. Silco wouldn’t care about the reasonings if you were harmed in any way, and punish anyone in the area.
Another guard ran up, and removed the drunk’s hand forcefully. With how he screamed, it wouldn’t be surprising if that arm was broken. The guard led you to Silco’s office, and looked fearful when he noticed the bruising on your arm.
“What happened?” His words were cold, devoid of any emotion. You knew what that tone meant, and you knew someone…or multiple someones…were about to get hurt. Bad. Maybe even killed. That was not good. Not good at all.
Before anyone could respond, the other guard walked in with the man who grabbed you in tow. He was screaming profanities and trying (but failing) to remove himself from the guard’s grasp. “He grabbed y/n. Hard. We stopped him as soon as we saw it happening, but he was on her before we could get there.”
Silco spoke, and directed you to his chair, and made you sit on his lap, facing him. He ran his fingers over your arms and looked at you adoringly. It almost made the following words feel less terrifying. Almost. “Take him to Sevika.”
He then ignored everything else, and you tried to as well. “Are you okay, my love?” He rubbed the spot covered in a hand shaped bruise. Very gently, mind you. He didn’t want to hurt you, he was simply observing the damage. “He will be dealt with. Never to harm you again.”
“You don’t have to hurt him! He probably didn’t realize how hard he was grabbing me…” You wanted to save his life. Knowing that those who crossed Silco usually didn’t make it out alive. The ones that did? They lived. But only as a warning to those who dare try the same thing they did.
He even ignored that statement. “Darling…you look so tired. Had you not obeyed my instructions and taken a rest?” He took note of the bags under your eyes, and how utterly drained you looked now that you were on his lap and he could see you closer. “You know you don’t need a job. You can stay in your home, and allow me to take care of everything.”
You felt extremely vulnerable at that moment. It did sound…appealing. “But…I don’t know what I would do if I had no job. It’s important, it keeps me busy and I hate not having anything to do…” But your argument continued to grow weaker. You had talked through this many times before, and you know he hated you overworking yourself as you did.
“I could always provide you with things to do. You could even work for me, as an assistant of sorts.” He smiled and used one hand to cradle your face, the other arm wrapped around your back. “You would never have to worry about anything ever again.”
“Then…we should make another deal.” It was bold of you to say, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t spark his interest. If it were in his benefit, of course he would. His word was his bond, and you both knew that.
“What are the conditions of your deal?” It was a fond memory, remembering the deal you had made all those weeks ago. His smile was small, he didn’t often have a big smile. Only with you and Jinx.
“I work for you…and quit my other job. But I stay here…with you. Instead of my old home. And…” You blushed a little bit, and looked away from him. It took a few deep breaths for you to gather the courage to say the next bit, “And…you stay with me. So we are…together. And you promise not to cast me aside.” It was terrifying, getting those words out.
You had come to care about Silco, deeply. He was different with you, than anyone else you had seen him with. Softer, more genuine. Your countless “dates”, movie nights, dinners, coffee breaks, hugs…everything.
His smile was small still, but his eyes lit up. Silco was clearly the happiest man in the world at this exact moment. Having you in his arms, and now knowing you really did want to be with him? It was possible he’d never been happier.
“Deal.”
Maybe…just maybe…the easy way paid off in the end sometimes. He would have waited his whole life for you to accept him in this way. But be careful…because now?
He would never let you go.
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Would you mind dropping some thoughts about yandere!Silco?
Oh dear, Silco the Conundrum.
I honestly think this fits Silco perfectly.
Silco has always been loved starved. Orphan. He's had to claw his way through shit for everything. He doesn't trust easily if at all.
I think he might have become obsessed with Vander in a way. I can see him as being bisexual. Now, whether he's fully acted on his desires, that can be debated.
In one way, I think Silco saw Vander as the kind of man he wanted to be. Big, braun, respected, lethal, etc. They become brothers and while Vander kept the top spot, everything was okay in this relationship. But, sooner or later, Silco gets tired of playing second fiddle OR start questioning the man he looked up to. You put someone on a pedestal so high, they're going to fall.
Silco was willing to sacrifice himself for the cause and expected others around him to be the same. Willing to do anything to attain that goal.
Post drowning, Silco still loves his friend and maybe hopes he'll see the light but he will sacrifice Vander or anyone else if he as to. He still loves Vander in a way that he believes he can still 'change' him. If not, he'll use him because he can't let it go.
Letting shit go, in not in Silco's wheelhouse. Even though he tells Jinx to do that, he obviously has never gotten over his own betrayal. Everything he's become has stemmed from that.
On the romantic partner side of things, he can be very much the same.
Silco is the opitome of possessive and jealous over someone he cares about.
He's more than happy to kill Jinx's only sister to keep his daughter.
If he cares about you? Yup, same.
It will have taken some time and effort on your part to get close to him. If you managed that, then you should know him by now and that if you're still game, you must know how he operates.
He doesn't show affection often. It might be something very little like a glance or a touch. A super soft drag of his finger along your arm.
Praising a job well done (chances are you work for him or in league with him in some way). He appreciates hardwork, dedication and honesty. However, your honesty better be in line with his views. He can accept your opinion as long as it's not in contrast to who and what he is.
He won't say "I love you", rather saying "I need or want you" instead. But don't mistake those words for lacking emotion. He means it.
Will he kill everyone and everything to keep you? Yes. Will he sacrifice himself to save you? Yes, but he will do everything in his power to not have to do that if possible. He will also let you know that if you do anything stupid to put him at risk, you're in big trouble. Plus, he will remind you constantly that he saved your sorry ass.
You're in debted to him forever. He doesn't take that shit lightly.
Silco has a great capacity to love but it is toxic. He is broken emotionally and pyschologically. He can go from one extreme to the other.
He might surprise you when he's very tender. Then he can be straight up violent in his passion and own needs. He has so much built up stress and emotion and unfortunately it comes out when it feels like it and it could be you or any other poor soul on the receiving end.
That could be in the form of an argument over something very trivial or seriously rough sex that he won't apologize for afterwards, even if he feels he went too far.
He could softly caress you while you're sleeping, letting his tender and vulnerable side open up when no one is watching. He cares but he tries so hard not to show it. If he cares, that could be seen as a weakness.
God forbid someone tries to hurt you. They are dead. No one touches someone he cares about. He won't leave it to Sevika or someone else to carry out. Nope. He will be very hands on and not with a gun. He will take his damn time.
You go after him or something/one he cares about, he will take out everything in return. He will burn you, your family, business, everything to the ground.
Very posssessive and jealous. Silco has always felt inferior in some way. He was always in Vander's shadow and in some ways he covers it up by being ice cold.
So, if you are tender with him he might reject it at first. He's not used to it, can't comprehend someone would be like that with him, could love him for him. Touched starved is an understatement.
Don't be flippant or coy with him. He doesn't want to play those games. Don't flirt with others. Once he decides you're his, you belong to him whether you know it or not.
Don't give him any reason to mistrust you. Once you've earned his trust and respect, it's even harder to keep.
He might hurt you first to prevent from him being hurt (ever again). Don't give him reason to suspect anything.
He might lock you in your room for your own protection/good...and who knows what that might mean and why.
Ultimately, he is in control at all times. He might lose it in a moment of lust or tenderness but it is only for a moment.
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Hello! Requests:Open!💕
I’m Sunshine, and this is my yandere request blog! I write yandere oneshots, headcannons, and scenarios for your entertainment with a maximum character limit of four. Below is a list of rules and what I will write for!! :)
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I will write for:
nsfw (fair warning, it may not be very good) ❣️on that note, I only write for sub characters. ❣️
suggestive content
fluff
most kinks, with exceptions for watersports, spit, and degradation
I will write for GN, afab, and explicitly fem readers only, because I don’t know enough to write about male readers to feel comfortably, sorry!!
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FNAF (games only):
Michael and William Afton
all animatronics (specify if you want human or natural form)
MANDELA CATALOGUE: (No NSFW for this one, sorry y’all)
Alt Cesar,
Cesar Torres,
Mark Heathcliff,
Adam Murray,
Jonah Marshall,
Gabriel,
Toonbriel
CREEPYPASTA and MARBLE HORNETS: pretty much all except for offenderman, Lj, candypop, and sonic.ExE
HOMESTUCK:
all trolls and humans
SLASHERS:
Asa Emory
Will Graham
Hannibal Lecter
OG!Michael Myers
Bo Sinclair
Vincent Sinclair
Bubba Sawyer
Thomas Hewitt
Candyman
Brahms Heelshire
Erik Destler
ARCANE
Silco
SCROOGE (2022)
Ebenezer Scrooge
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Erik Destler (Phantom of the Opera, Musical!Erik and Book!Erik, waiting on someone to request Cherik.)
General yandere nsfw headcannons 💜
Self indulgent nsfw post💜: part one and two
Erik getting reader pregnant headcannons 💜
Desperate Erik oneshot with cowgirl and facesitting 💜
Erik with a mommy kink headcannons (cannon in all my works) 💜
General kissing with Erik 💜
Erik with voice kink, auralism, and scent kink headcannons 💜
Erik’s nsfw alphabet 💜
Would Erik like to be called babydoll? 💜
Forever and Always, You. Valentine’s Day oneshot (unless someone requests another part and gives some ideas 👀) 💜
Erik with a mommy kink oneshot 💜
A Chance With You series: one💜 two💜 three(in progress)
Cherik general yandere headcannons 💜
Musical!Erik with mirror sex oneshot 💜
Reader making Erik a scarf and he gets whiny because they aren’t paying attention to him 💜
Brahms Heelshire
Reader who flinches when he raises his hand 💷
Eyeless Jack
Nsfw alphabet 💙
Ticci Toby
Soft reader headcannons 🪓
Mandela Catalogue
Mark Heathcliff headcannons 🔫
Adam and Jonah x reader from irl 📹📼
Human Cesar Torres headcannons ☎️
Michael Afton
Ghost Michael headcannons 🔦
Withered Bonnie
General headcannons🐰⚙️
Funtime Crew
Touch starved reader 🎉🎈
Silco
Soft reader 💉
Ebenezer Scrooge
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Pas de Deux pt. 8:
Silco x f!reader, 9k words, SFW
CW: obsessive silco, yandere/kidnapping (please see part 1 for the full series warnings!)
Chapter warnings: emotional manipulation, referenced past abuse, unresolved sexual tension, fluff, talk about death and ghosts, talk about murder, angst, possessiveness
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 9
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It takes a surprisingly short amount of time for you to start feeling like you’re back to normal. That is, this new normal that you’ve found yourself in, after a chance encounter with the King of the Undercity that had changed your life forever.
But despite you no longer feeling that tidal wave of numbness following the wake of your visit Topside, you do notice a slight shift in the air, especially between you and Silco.
Perhaps you’re just looking at things differently now. You’ve both revealed secrets, and honestly, you feel a huge weight lifted from your shoulders now that you’ve done so.
And gods, that confession he’d made when you were in that booth together. Of course, he’d pretty much said it before, not only in words, but with every soft look and reverent touch. But he’d never said it in those exact words and never like that.
In a moment of self-preservation, you’d decided to just forget about the pills. They were gone and you would never get your hands on them without Silco’s help. Instead, you were choosing to focus on the performance for the chem-barons.
But the bitter truth was, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep stalling in order to devise a new plan to escape. And what made that truth even more sour was the constant, underlying thought that you had no idea what you were going to do when you finally got back to Piltover.
You no longer have a house, or any money to get a temporary roof over your head until everything settles down again.
You’re completely on your own.
But, you keep repeating to yourself that you’ll just have to burn that bridge when you get to it… of course, you’re not beyond literally burning the bridge between Topside and the Undercity if that’s what it takes.
Until then, you tell yourself to keep stalling. Keep pushing the date of the performance back until you have a solid plan in place. Besides, you still didn’t have a costume despite giving Silco some design sketches and a description of the materials you’d seen at the market.
There’s absolutely no point in asking him to take you back there to buy them, so you don’t even bother.
It’s a warm, rainy day when there’s another, almost undetected shift in the air. The soft pitter-patter of rain on the stained glass window of Silco’s office (which you were surprised to discover was one of his own designs), is almost comforting as you sit curled up on the sofa.
Silco is busily scribbling away on some documents at his desk, leaving you to peacefully read through your newest book, one he’d ordered especially for you. But you find yourself unable to focus on any of the words. Your mind is too scattered to concentrate properly.
As you lean your fist against your cheek, elbow propped on the armrest, you gaze at the King of Zaun, wondering just what could be going through that complicated head of his.
It wouldn’t take a detective to notice that since the visit Topside he was steadily becoming more and more swamped with work. Could it just be a coincidence? Or was there a causal link?
Perhaps the visit to Piltover had required some favours that needed paying back. You recall Silco’s hushed conversation as you’d arrived at the Piltover side of the bridge. Or maybe someone else had gotten wind of the stunt and was attempting to use some information against him.
It’s this thought that prompts you to blurt out your next question.
“Did you want me to help with anything?”
Silco’s eyes snap up to meet yours, surprise etched alongside the intricate lines of his scarred face.
“I beg your pardon?” he asks, a slight swivel of his chair to face you.
“With your work,” you clarify, nodding towards his desk. “You’re always so busy, is there anything I can help with?”
The corner of his mouth lifts up a touch and you immediately assume he’s going to dismiss you.
“Actually there is, my darling,” he responds, completely subverting your expectations as he carefully places his pen down on the desk.
A hint of relief rushes through you. This could be your chance to learn something that you could use to blackmail him. Or an opportunity to learn some names or locations of people that could give you sanctuary when you finally escape.
“I have some letters that have yet to be placed in their envelopes and stamped with a wax seal,” Silco continues, rubbing his forehead as if he’s trying to erase a headache.
Your initial instinct is to laugh and tell him that giving you hot wax in his presence is an absolutely horrific idea. But obviously you can’t say that.
Instead, you offer him a simple, and rather pleasant, “Okay.”
Silco begins to roll his chair back, so you purposefully stand up and stride across the room to grab yourself a chair before he can do something ridiculous like suggest you sit on his lap.
Then again, the more you think about it, the more you think it might not be the worst idea. Maybe you’d accidentally break one of his old man hips and render him unable to fight back…
Silco suggests nothing of the sort, pushing himself up from his chair and stalking over to the drinks cart to pour you both a glass of water.
Truthfully, you’re not sure whether you feel relieved or disappointed.
Placing the chair on the opposite side to Silco’s cushioned throne, you quickly get settled, hoping to sneak a look at some of the documents on his desk before he returns. Unfortunately, Silco is rather well-practised at pouring drinks, meaning he’s already back at the desk before you can even make out just one upside-down name.
He gets comfy in his chair, placing your drink in the nearest empty space on the polished wood before taking a quick sip of his own. Then, he opens a drawer and retrieves a small wooden box and a pile of letters and envelopes.
Silco puts the wooden box to one side, which you presume holds the tools to make the wax seals, and places the letters and pre-marked envelopes in front of himself.
The look he gives you as he raises his head and makes eye contact with you fills your stomach with unexpected dread.
“Are you ready?” he asks gravely.
Why the fuck is he acting like you’re about to rush into battle? You’re only putting paper inside other bits of paper; what’s the worst that could happen?
“Uh… yes?” you reply with no small amount of hesitance.
“Alright. This here is what we call an envelope,” he says, holding one up like you would when showing a child. “Typically, we will fold the letter to fit the size of the envelope we intend to use. In this case, I have a size that requires simply folding the paper in half once, like so.”
You stare at him incredulously as he takes a letter, folds it neatly in half, then slides it into the envelope.
…Is this bitch really explaining envelopes to you?
“Once the letter is situated within the envelope, there is, of course, the matter of sealing it so that unwanted parties are less likely to read the contents of the letter. For this we-”
You can’t help but interrupt him as your blood begins to boil with indignation.
“Silco, I’m not a child, I know how to send a letter,” you say sharply, not bothering to hold back on the sarcasm and annoyance that bleed through your tone.
Silco’s expression contorts into one of pure melodramatic shock.
“You do? I was under the impression that Pilties had an entire body of staff to do everything for them,” he drawls, his cynical timbre plucking at the very strings of the deep rage building inside you.
It’s on the tip of your tongue to snap that you’re not a real Piltie and that you’ve done everything for yourself for as long as you can remember, until you suddenly realise that he doesn’t know you grew up in the Undercity just like him.
So your passionate and entirely stupid heart goes for the next best thing without one single approval from your rational mind.
You insult him.
“Oh, piss off,” you snap, your tone drenched in mockery instead of any malice. “At least I didn’t have to kidnap someone just to get a fucking girlfriend.”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, that passionate heart instantly begins to sober up, your eyes snapping to his in shock when your brain catches up with what you’ve just said to the Eye of Zaun.
But instead of looking murderous like you expect, Silco is grinning wolfishly, allowing you to relax… marginally. No good can come from a grin as lustful as that.
His voice drops low and his eyes appear to be glimmering as he leans slightly closer to whisper huskily.
“I love it when you get all fiery; you’re like a burst of pure colour in the dark night sky.”
You feel a flushed line of red colour your throat.
Does he really mean that? Surely he prefers the nicer, ‘pretend you’ that you’d spent the past few months acting as, not the unguarded, sarcastic version of yourself that slips out every so often.
“Yes, well, teasing isn’t a very nice thing to do to your partner who is very kindly offering to help you with your work, is it?” you sniff haughtily, deflecting his compliment because you honestly have no clue how you’d even begin to accept it.
“You’re right, I do hope you’ll forgive me, my angel,” he drawls, his lips curling in amusement.
He doesn’t sound sorry in the slightest.
Silco picks up the rest of the letters and envelopes, and holds them out towards you in the air above the desk. But when you go to reach for them, he grabs your fingers with his free hand, keeping eye contact as he seductively leans down and presses a chaste kiss on your knuckles.
Now, this of course would have been an entirely sweet gesture, had he not then punctuated it with a quick, kitten lick of his tongue along your middle finger, making you jolt in surprise, as well as a flood of heat rushing through you as you imagine his tongue doing that on other places of your body…
Fuck.
You snatch the letters and envelopes from him, ignoring the blush you just know you’re sporting and childishly muttering a, “You didn’t even apologise,” to yourself as you wipe your hand on your top.
If only you could wipe away the confusing rush of feelings that were now coursing through your veins.
You can tell he’s amused and irritatingly pleased with himself by the way he’s smirking like the cat who ate the canary. It’s a real effort to just ignore him, wanting to give in to every impulsive thought that tells you to push his drink over until it spills all over his desk and onto his lap.
Luckily, as you get started matching letters to pre-written envelopes, Silco begins to focus on his own work again, but not until he’s done his fair share of openly admiring you.
Admiring himself for successfully pushing your buttons, more like.
Time passes quite quickly as you form an assembly line of folding each letter, slotting it into the matching envelope, and placing it on a pile ready for stamping. You try to surreptitiously catch glimpses of names and details of any useful information, without making it seem like you’re reading the contents of the letters.
Once you’ve done that, fortunately memorising a few random names that you hope will someday prove useful, you start on heating the wax and stamping each seal, using the tools you find in the wooden box.
It’s not long before you find yourself getting lost in thought.
If you offered to do this again, could you perhaps sneak in a letter of your own without him noticing? But the real question was, who would you send it to?
Silco had already told you he was working with the authorities, so they were out of the question. And it wasn’t like you had any real friends or family that would be willing to help you.
The Ballet Academy was a no-go as well, given Oswald’s cruel betrayal all that time ago.
Perhaps you could find out where that new chem-baron was based, the one you’d met outside of Silco’s office. What was his name again? …Otto?
Maybe getting in contact with one of the chem-barons was the way to go. You could devise a scheme with one of them ahead of your performance, which would eliminate the need for you to gather any weapons yourself…
But surely Silco would read any reply before you could even have the chance to read it yourself.
You almost jump in surprise when Silco’s hand gently comes to rest on your own, cutting off your train of thoughts. As you’re shocked back to the present, it dawns on you that you’ve just been staring into the lighter flame for an indeterminate amount of time now.
You’d gotten so lost in your thoughts, you’d simply stopped doing anything at all.
When you finally look up at Silco, his brow is furrowed and his eyes tick over your face in clear concern.
“What’s the matter, my dear?” he asks quietly. Softly.
“Nothing,” you respond with a shake of your head. “Why?”
“You look terribly pensive,” he says, almost like it’s hurting him to see you in such a state.
You desperately try to think of an excuse, one that might work to your advantage given how gentle and understanding he’s been around you these past few days. Ignoring the little itch inside you that feels bad for using his kindness against him, you come up with an idea fairly quickly.
You can feel your whole expression and body language slowly shifting as you turn on the act, carefully laying the lighter back in the wooden box. Silco looks dreadfully concerned when you finally look up at him again.
“Silco, could you ask your staff to stop ignoring me, please? It makes me feel worthless when I try to make conversation with them and they just blank me,” you say, adding a slight tremble to your voice.
Anguish fills the seafoam of his good eye, leaning forward to gently cup your jaw with his calloused palm.
“Who ignores you?” he asks, low and serious.
“Everyone. Unless they’re passing on a message from you, they all just look straight through me.”
The corner of his lips turn down, his eyes following the motion as he stares blankly at the papers on his desk, clearly thinking hard. His thumb absentmindedly traces a gentle line across your jaw and you wonder if he even knows that he’s doing it.
You’re not entirely sure what could be so puzzling about the request. And it wasn’t like it was a complete lie. It was insulting being ignored by people you saw everyday.
At its worst, it made you feel lonely. But on the more practical side, you needed people to actually speak to you if you wanted to get them on your side. Especially if you were going to escape. You’d learnt enough by now to realise that you couldn’t do it all alone.
Silco appears to be stuck in a spiral of thoughts so you try the next weapon in your arsenal: touch.
You stand up, breaking out of his hold to round the desk and perch on the edge of it, sitting right in front of him. Taking both of his hands in yours, you watch the minute tics of surprise play out on his expression while he stares at your joined hands in wonder.
“Silco, we’re courting, surely you want me to get along with your staff now that I live here with you.”
At that, he finally looks up at you from where he’s still sitting in his chair, his expression nothing short of enamoured.
“Say that again,” he begs almost breathlessly, as his mismatched eyes scan your face.
It takes an enormous amount of effort to keep the smug smile from invading your features. You knew that would get him. The older ones love it when you use terms like that.
“What? We’re courting?” you repeat innocently.
“Yes. We are,” he sighs contentedly, accompanying it with a wistful, faraway look over your shoulder, like he’s imagining you both growing old together or something equally nauseating.
You refrain from grimacing and wait impatiently for him to come to a decision, but quickly pull him from his thoughts before he can get any smart ideas.
“Silco?”
He takes a deep breath, standing up from his seat and pulling you up with him. One arm loops around your waist while the other raises so his fingers can gently weave into your hair. The unreadable expression on his face makes you worry that he’s going to deny you again but he proves you wrong the moment he opens his mouth.
“I’ll speak to my staff for you, treasure,” he promises, slowly leaning forward until he rests his forehead against yours.
Your first instinct is to close your eyes, but you fight it as your heart suddenly begins to beat faster in your chest.
Is he going to try to kiss you again?
You can’t. You can’t kiss him. Especially not with the way your arms and legs are starting to feel like jelly.
No, no, no. You can’t feel like this. You cannot react to him like this. You’re just not used to this level of attention and affection, that’s all.
“Thank you,” you whisper, daring yourself to wait just a few more seconds before pulling back from him.
You’re forced to excuse yourself, telling him that you need to get changed and begin your afternoon rehearsals in your dance studio. Surprisingly, he lets you go without any protests.
And as you swiftly walk back to your bedroom, it’s a great mental effort to block out any and all thoughts that begin to swirl through your aching brain.
No thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts…
And definitely no feelings.
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True to his word, Silco must have spoken to his staff because all of a sudden you’re greeted with a simple ‘good morning’, or at the very least an amiable nod, by everyone you cross paths with. Some of them even begin to call you by your name and you quickly jump on the chance to learn all their names too.
Besides giving you some desperately needed hope that you might finally be able to gather some allies in this gods-forsaken place, it also greatly boosts your mood. You no longer feel so isolated; a downright miracle, you think, given your situation.
A few days later, you make your way down the corridor to Silco’s office, your newly increased motivation making you more than ready to see what information you can tease from him today.
You’d come to the realisation that if you learnt more about Silco and his order of operations, you might be able to use that information against him. Whether that be through blackmail, or selling his secrets to the other chem-barons in exchange for help at the performance, or even just learning a piece of information that could be the key to your escape.
Silco had regretfully cancelled your usual lunch together because of some last minute meetings he’d been forced to endure, so you only had the one remaining chance today to see what plans you could make regarding the chem-baron performance.
But when you grasp the handle and push open the door, you’re stunned to find that nothing is set up for dinner like it normally would be.
Silco glances up when you enter the room, his whole body buzzing with annoyance until he recognises you, and a heavy, tired sort of relief sweeps over him. Then, his head snaps to look at the clock on the wall, as if your arrival has suddenly alerted him to just how late it is.
“I’m sorry, darling, I must have lost track of time,” he sighs, running a distressed hand through his hair.
“That’s okay,” you reply, trying not to feel disappointed. “I’ll just head back down to the kitchen and grab something.”
Now that you’re thinking about it, you should probably get something for him too. He most likely hasn’t eaten in a while, especially if he had meetings at lunch.
“No. Stay,” he says, as he sluggishly pulls himself to his feet and makes his way over to you. “I shouldn’t have neglected you for so long. Let me order something for the both of us.”
You’re just about to protest but by the time he arrives in front of you, the tension in his thin body makes it look like he’s about to crumble from stress. Silco carefully places a hand on your arm, his eyes wide and pleading despite the pronounced bags under his eyes.
“Alright, I’ll stay,” you tell him, smiling at him warmly.
It appears to melt some of the stress as he relaxes with a sigh that borders on the line of being shaky. The hand on your bicep strokes down your arm tenderly before he reluctantly breaks away to go to the door.
You hear him giving instructions to the guard while you grab your book from the shelf and get yourself comfy on the sofa.
A part of you feels a little bit bad that he’s so tired and worked up. Something must have happened to cause such an abrupt increase in workload like this.
But the driven, determined-to-escape part of you is focused on the potential for blackmail. Maybe he’ll be more likely to open up to you more in this vulnerable state.
Once he’s finished giving his orders, Silco closes the door and crosses the room to no doubt chip away at more work before the food arrives. And as he slumps back into his chair, you refrain from asking him how his day has been.
You want to wait until he’s too tired to even think about what he’s saying.
Turning away from him so you can’t cave in to your impulses, you only get halfway down the next page in your book when the door opens again, revealing a visibly annoyed Sevika. She hovers in the doorway, seemingly not wanting to even step foot in the lion’s den.
Your gaze bounces back and forth between Silco’s stony expression and Sevika’s stubborn one, morbidly wondering who is going to win the intense staring contest.
Oh, who are you kidding? The lion wins, of course.
“Otto has… requested another meeting,” she announces gravely when Silco’s scowl deepens minutely, indicating he’s run out of patience with the short-lived game.
A muscle tics in Silco’s jaw and he grinds out one, pestilent word.
“No.”
“He’s waiting outside. Says he won’t leave until you see him,” Sevika continues, taking on the air of a messenger who really does not want to get shot.
“I’m busy,” he retorts. It’s said without any emotion, but you can tell by the twitch in his good eye that he’s really irritated.
Unfortunately, Sevika either doesn’t realise this, or just doesn’t care.
“Seriously, boss, he won’t shut up about-”
You nearly jump out of your skin when Silco slams one hand on the wood of his desk.
“He can sleep on the fucking floor of the club for all I care, I am not seeing anyone else today,” he yells, in a rough voice that you’ve never heard him use before. “Now, get out of my sight.”
For a few, strained moments, you think that Sevika is going to yell back, but she appears to rein it in before curling her lip into a snarl. She slams the door shut with a heavy thud that rattles the door frame.
You can practically taste the charged air as you and Silco sit in silence, your lips pulled into a thin line while Silco stares at the door with an expression that seems to be a mixture of strain, anxiety, and pure murder.
He doesn’t even look at you as he abruptly stands from his chair, the motion sending it rolling back in a half-circle. Then, he takes carefully measured steps to his bedroom door, opening it stiffly and entering the room like he’s one wrong move from completely exploding.
You wait for three long seconds before pulling yourself to stand.
Deep down you know you’re not scared of his anger anymore, but you also can’t just leave him when he’s so upset, so you reluctantly follow him into the bedroom.
And as you peer into the darkened room, you find him sitting on the edge of his bed, dark mop of hair hanging down as his head rests in those large palms of his. The door creaks a little when you push on it, alerting him to your presence so as not to startle him.
He doesn’t move an inch.
You cross the room with an inaudible sigh and gently sit down next to him on the bed, waiting for him to work through whatever’s going on in his head.
“I apologise that you had to witness that,” Silco tells you after a few quiet moments, his voice strained and tight.
It’s only because you know he can’t see you that you allow yourself to roll your eyes. You watched him choke out a man only days ago and he’s worried you’re upset because he shouted at someone?
“I… I don’t want to accidentally take out my frustrations on you, darling,” he stresses, his hands clenching against the side of his head.
The statement shocks you a little bit. Your husband would never have said something like that. Something so caring and mindful of your wellbeing.
Your brow furrows as you examine Silco’s posture of utter distress. What’s worse, the inside of your lip is then promptly bitten when you notice that it’s making your heart squeeze in your own mirrored distress.
You sigh quietly.
Why does he have to be so thoughtful? Why couldn’t he just make it easy for you to hate him?
“Silco,” you breathe, slowly and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “I really appreciate you not taking it out on me, but it’s okay to feel frustrated.”
He doesn’t respond to your attempts to validate him, so you wordlessly motion for him to lie back on the sheets with you. To your surprise, he allows you to guide him backwards to the middle of the bed until you’re both comfortably lying on your sides, facing each other.
Then, you surprise yourself when your arms slowly wrap around his thin frame, pulling him against you in a comforting hug. Your legs naturally tangle together, only coming to rest when you’re both comfy in each other’s embrace.
It’s not until you begin to stroke his back with easy, soothing motions that he goes completely boneless against you, releasing a deep and heavy sigh.
“Why don’t we both take a break for the rest of this evening, hmm?” you mumble calmingly against his sternum.
Silco tightens his arms around you like he doesn’t want to ever let go.
“I’m afraid I can’t take the rest of the evening off,” he replies, just as quietly.
You open your mouth to argue when he continues. “However, if I finish the bulk of this paperwork tonight, I will have time to take you out somewhere pleasant tomorrow morning. Just the two of us.”
Well, you’re not going to say no to going somewhere outside The Drop, even if it is with him and more than likely an entourage of guards as well.
“That sounds lovely, Sil,” you tell him, squeezing your own arms around him in a quick, acknowledging hug.
He sighs again and pulls you even closer, tucking your head beneath his chin. For a second, you think he kisses the top of your head, but it’s so featherlight, it could have just been a brush of air.
Convincing yourself that it was nothing more than another exhalation, you’re just about to start asking questions to glean some useful information from him when he shifts slightly and exhales in one long breath.
But within it, he speaks a heart-wrenching question in a timbre so low, you’re not entirely sure you’re meant to hear it.
“What would I do without you?”
You can’t help the way your heart pangs at the raw vulnerability of it, and it makes you falter enough to hold your tongue.
What is he going to do when you’re gone? And why does that make you feel so… unsettled?
The new emotion throws you for a loop, so you lay there for a little while longer, just quietly holding one another while your brain runs on overtime. It feels like barely any time has passed at all by the time your food is ready and delivered to Silco’s office, so you both get up to eat, resuming your usual routine.
Once you’re finished, Silco insists that he’ll be okay for the rest of the evening, so you return to your room alone, wondering what the hell possessed you to comfort him like that. To abandon your plans of manipulation and extortion for a rare moment of compassion.
It doesn’t take you long before you’re convincing yourself that it was necessary in selling the lie that you’re his loving girlfriend, who cares about him and his well being. That you’re getting strategically closer to him until you have enough information about him to strike.
But you can’t shake the odd feeling in your chest no matter how much you tell yourself it’s all fake.
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The next morning, instead of completing your daily stretches in your studio, you get dressed for a trip out, not knowing where Silco has planned to visit.
He keeps tight-lipped as you walk through the club arm-in-arm, but he can’t keep the little, excited smirk from his scarred lips. In the carriage, you pester him with questions until he relents and tells you that it’s somewhere he found in his youth.
Well, the words he actually uses are ‘broke into’ but, you know, it’s the thought that counts.
It takes less time to arrive at your mystery destination than you were expecting and before you know it, you’re climbing out of the carriage to find yourself at a row of shops only metres away from the bridge to Piltover. A knot in your throat, you forbid yourself from even looking across the River, lest it ruin your mood entirely.
He ushers you quickly into a quaint little flower shop, a line of guards following you in whilst two stay outside.
You’re surprised to see that there’s no other customers in such a beautiful store, but it quickly crosses your mind that Silco probably paid the owners a considerable amount to close the business for you both, so there would be no risk of anyone seeing you.
Once inside, Silco takes your hand in his and leads you up the rickety stairs where you discover a beautiful rooftop garden, filled with a kaleidoscope of flowers and plants. Ivy covers the trellis walls and each path between the rows of greenery are lined with smooth cobblestones.
It truly is a hidden gem to the darkened city that lies beneath it.
You spend the next hour or so looking at all the vibrant flora in turn, having to hold Silco back from trying to buy you every single flower that you say you like the look of.
Talk comes surprisingly easy as you slowly walk up and down each row, gazing at the beautiful wildlife together. A strange light feeling sits within your chest and Silco holds your hand pretty much the entire time.
When you’ve finished looking at each of the plants, he leads you to a bench and produces another picnic basket for you to share some lunch.
Truthfully, you’d been hoping he’d agree to take you to a café, having not been to one in months now. But he’d told you that it would have been too risky, which you infer to mean that any nice café would be somewhere visited by Pilties and therefore people more likely to recognise you.
That particular pipe dream out the window, you resolve to enjoy your morning as much as you can as you sit on the bench gazing peacefully at the myriad flowers on display.
Remarkably, you find it rather easy to not get caught up in your thoughts, simply appreciating the fresh air and the quiet.
Just being out and taking a break from the usual routine is honestly refreshing. It almost reminds you of the night you’d spent with Silco on the mezzanine of the club… up until the point you’d gotten blackout drunk, of course.
Next to you, Silco shifts a little until his leg is pressed flush against yours, so you turn to look up at him. As expected, he’s already looking at you. But what you don’t expect, is the look of pure captivation spread across his features, like he’s completely enamoured as he gazes at your face.
You break out into a confused smile, your head shaking slightly in a questioning motion, because you’re not even doing anything. All you’ve done for the past few minutes is sit quietly and stare into space, but Silco is peering down at you like you’ve just promised him the moon.
You’re just about to ask him why he’s looking at you so intensely, when he squeezes your hand, and speaks in the most reverent and soothing tone you’ve ever heard from him.
“I love you.”
It feels like a bolt of lightning has just torn through your chest.
Sweet Janna.
That was somehow much more powerful than the last time he said it. Much more honest and personal. And heartfelt, like it was the most casual, straightforward concept he’s ever known.
Somewhere within you, you know you should be trying to use this to your advantage, exploiting him rather than desperately trying to figure out how it makes you feel. But you’re too distracted by the feeling of your heart thudding in your chest and the racing journey your mind has embarked on.
You have no idea what it all means, why you’re reacting so viscerally.
You definitely don’t love him. You’re not entirely sure you even like him.
But gods, does he make you feel so confused and upside-down and like you’re drifting out to sea when he speaks to you like this.
“I- uh, I…” you stutter, unsure how to respond.
Silco gently holds your cheek, guiding you to look at the small, understanding smile on his lips.
“It’s okay, darling. You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know how I feel,” he reassures you, so softly and gently.
When you’d first locked eyes with the Eye of Zaun across that museum gallery, you would never in a million years have thought he’d be capable of something like this.
A question pops into your head before you can stop it.
Can love change a person for the better?
Could love change you for the better?
The jolting thought feels akin to stripping back a layer of your soul, especially when you lock eyes with him once more, your expression dropping as you suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable in front of him.
Whatever Silco is thinking causes him to mirror your expression, his whole demeanour falling into something terribly raw in a matter of milliseconds.
Then, he begins to lean forward slowly, his eyes never once leaving yours as his lips get closer.
You force yourself to stop him, a flutter of panic rushing through your veins.
If you kiss him, you’ll be giving a piece of yourself away to him, and you honestly don’t know if you could turn back if he owns even just that small sliver of you.
You place a hand on his chest, halting his movements.
“Sorry,” you blurt out, a little too breathlessly for your liking. “I don’t kiss before marriage.”
It’s a cynical little deflection and you know it. But it’s also a means of self-protection.
Automatically, you expect anger, or at the very least frustration, so you prepare yourself for it when you lean back to view his expression in its entirety. Instead, you’re greeted with another tiny, little curl of his lips.
“Alright,” he says, a soft hint of amusement lining his words.
You blink. Then his meaning dawns on you.
“Wait, what?”
His smile grows a bit wider, almost evolving into a smirk. Silco uses one hand to push himself up from the bench and the other to reach into his coat pocket. Your eyes dart to the little black box that appears in his hand and a new wave of panic races through you.
Without thinking, you grab onto his arm and pull him to sit back down on the bench with a bouncing thud, before he can even think about getting down on one knee. Your fingers dig into his forearm as you clutch onto him tightly.
“Please tell me you’re not proposing,” you say desperately, your whole body heating up at the very idea.
Silco chuckles, gently prising your fingers from where they press into his arm and lifting them to plant a quick, chaste kiss on the back of your hand.
“Not yet, my lovely. When I do propose, I want it to be perfect.”
You bite the inside of your lip, hoping he can’t read what it really means.
Fuck, you really didn’t want to marry another old man. At least, not one you weren’t actively manipulating for money.
Unaware of your inner turmoil, Silco hands you the box and you look at it with barely masked trepidation. The hinges of the box creak gently as you slowly open it, finding a necklace laid carefully on a piece of black velvet, to your immense relief.
No engagement ring, thank fuck.
Looped through a delicate silver chain is a dainty, little star charm, lined with tiny gems so shiny, the daylight peeking through the flowered roof of trellises bounces off them.
You have to stifle your gasp of wonder. You’d been gifted plenty of nice necklaces in your time living Topside, but you’d never been gifted one with sentiment.
How did he know you have a fascination with stars?
Silco carefully observes your reaction, but it isn’t until you meet his burning gaze that he puts a gentle hand on your knee.
“You are the light of my life; brighter than any shooting star in our vast galaxy,” he rasps. “I want you to remember that every time you wear this necklace. I want you to always be reminded of how much I love you.”
You sit in dumbstruck awe as he takes the necklace out of the box and unclasps it. It almost feels too natural as you go through the motions of turning to face away from him so he can gently sweep your hair to one side.
Silco reaches over your right shoulder and then the left to catch and place the necklace against your sternum, re-fastening the clasp until it sits comfortably just above your collarbone. But instead of pulling away like you expect, one hand smooths down the side of your ribcage as he presses a lingering kiss to the exposed skin above your shoulder.
You hate the way you have to fight against the shiver your body threatens to produce as he does.
This is all so unfair. All so messed-up. He’s both metaphorically and quite literally putting you in chains, slowly weaving you further and further into his web, despite how desperately you try to fight it.
And if you hate how your body is reacting, you absolutely detest the way your heart seems to think this is, if not a bit cheesy, actually a little bit romantic.
The thought startles you, your eyes snapping wide open just as they were starting to get heavy-lidded.
You’re getting in far too deep. You need to get out before he completely brainwashes you. Before you sink even deeper under his dark, sirenic spell.
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Another week passes, but your confused feelings stay, no matter how much you try to focus on escaping. The battle between your ruthless determination to leave and your base instinct to be cherished grows more difficult with every passing day.
It’s not helped any further when Silco pops his head around the door of your studio one morning asking you to visit him in his office when you’ve finished stretching. An unusual request, made infinitely more unusual when he tells you to bring along some pointe shoes as well.
So, pointe shoes in hand, you make your way down the corridor to his office wondering just what the hell this enigmatic man could be planning now. Perhaps he’d gotten impatient and wanted a demonstration of what you’d choreographed so far. Or maybe he wanted another ‘lesson’, especially after he’d expressed his desire for you to teach him how to dance.
But why would he want you to dance in his office after commissioning you a brand new, custom built dance studio?
By the time you’ve reached his office door, you’ve imagined countless different reasons, all of which you shake from your head with a quick rap of your knuckles on the smooth wood. It’s a formality more than anything because you don’t wait to be granted entry, immediately pulling open the door and stepping into the emerald-soaked room.
Silco is already looking up at you by the time you shut the door with a careful click.
“Sweetheart,” he greets warmly from his desk.
“Silco,” you respond with a polite nod, entirely at odds with your subtly coy tone.
He gets up from his chair as you take a step further into the room, finding yourself overcome by a sudden bout of nerves, stemming from the fact that you don’t actually know what he’s got planned for you. So you decide to break the ice with some good old fashioned, harmless flirting.
It’s normal to only start flirting with your partner when you’re months into a relationship, right?
“So, where do you want me?” you ask coquettishly.
Silco smirks from where he stands in front of his desk before a husky growl leaves his lips, leaning forward in anticipation with the salacious word.
“Everywhere.”
You huff a breath of laughter, surprised by how easily you’re flirting with someone you once feared more than anyone else in Runeterra. But the easy feeling is short-lived because Silco abruptly turns and stalks into his bedroom without another word.
Your face drops as you stay rooted to the spot.
Shit, why did you have to say that? This is not the time to address all those puzzling feelings you’ve desperately been trying to shake ever since he’d confessed his love for you.
To your immense relief, Silco emerges a few moments later, holding out in front of him what is, without a doubt, the most beautiful costume you’ve ever seen. Immediately you recognise all the little details that you’d designed in the sketches you’d shared with Silco.
You can’t help the way your jaw goes a little slack as you take it all in.
The whole costume is a haunting pearly white, giving it the air of a ghostly, dreamlike dress. The hard bodice is subtly decorated with delicate lines of pearls, whilst the tulle skirt is long enough to flow all the way down to your calves, in the style of a Romantic tutu instead of the Classic short style that is commonly associated with ballerinas.
Of course, the eerie design had been deliberate. Your muse when designing both the choreography and the costume had been the ballet Giselle; a tragic tale of a young peasant girl who dies of a broken heart and is resurrected as a ghost, joining a collection of spectral, unwedded brides, who rise from their graves at night to tempt and kill any young men who wander too close.
Your grisly choice of story had been entirely defiant. Stubborn to the end.
Partly, you’d just been very drawn to the haunting aesthetic of the unwed spirits. But a part of it was you boldly stating that you’ll never be as foolish as Giselle is in the story. You’ll never die of a broken heart and you’ll certainly never give yourself so wholly to a man who will eventually betray you.
In your eyes, you relate much more heavily to those vengeful brides, the ones who will kill any man who gets too close to them, who try to hurt them. Those spectres that force men to literally dance until their death, when their exhausted bodies and minds can take no more.
That is what you were imagining when you first began to craft your performance for the chem-barons. And seeing that creation become real in front of your eyes is almost ground-breaking for you.
But despite seeing your muse come to life, you can’t ignore the little whispers inside you that quietly tell you that your vision no longer fits. Silco is no longer just a black-and-white villain, like he was in the beginning. He’s something more now.
Something you’re not ready to address.
You can’t shake the feeling that it all feels wrong now.
“Silco,” you whisper shakily, as you stare at the costume in his hands. “It’s… it’s perfect.”
“You designed it, my love, it’s only perfect because your wonderful mind willed it to be,” he replies, bringing you back to the present.
It’s not until he speaks that you almost crash into the realisation that if the costume is ready, the performance is likely to be very soon.
You bite your lip nervously.
You’re not ready, you don’t have a plan yet, you don’t have any weapons, or allies, or escape routes.
You’re not ready, you need more time, you-
“Will you try it on for me, darling? If it needs altering, I’ll have to send it back to the tailor,” Silco asks gently.
“Yeah, sure,” you mumble, still distracted by your racing mind.
You walk towards him and carefully take the dress in your other hand, pointe shoes still hanging down by your side as you hold them by the ribbons. Silco kindly gestures towards his bedroom, so you go in and set the costume down on the bed before closing the door to get changed.
It doesn’t take you too long to put on the costume, as well as the tights and jewellery Silco had left on his bed, and the pointe shoes you’d brought with you of course.
With a quick look in Silco’s floor length mirror, you’re satisfied enough to exit the bedroom, finding him perched on the edge of his desk waiting for you.
The expression that is slowly unveiled on his face as he drinks in the sight of you is enough to make your breath catch in your throat.
No-one has ever looked at you like this before. Like you’re the incandescent Northern Lights in his dark, shadowy world.
He looks like he’s in complete, love-struck awe.
You slowly walk towards him, willing your limbs to stop trembling when you finally stop in front of him, a few steps away so he can look at the whole costume.
After a beat, Silco pushes to stand from the desk, but he doesn’t move any closer. He just stares, his lips parted and his eyes full of pure wonder.
Feeling like you’re about to burst from the building tension in the air, you begin to turn slowly, letting him see the whole outfit. As you do, you can’t help but notice that it fits you really well.
The tailor that Silco hired had done a fantastic job, especially considering you’d only met the small, elderly man for the briefest amount of time in your dance studio. Of course, it hadn’t helped that Silco had scowled at the poor man the whole time he’d been taking your measurements, and had practically growled when he’d tried to measure the inseam of your leg, all but shoving him out the room.
Honestly, you’re surprised the costume fits at all since the tailor had definitely not been given the chance to take all the measurements he’d needed.
Silco carefully steps forward from the desk until he’s in your personal space. Then, he begins to run his long hands over the costume reverently. His fingers trace the pearls on your bodice, slowly travelling up and down the hard material that shifts with every shallow movement of your ribcage.
A flush of heat spreads across your upper chest at his touch, causing you to take in a deep, slow breath. Silco’s eyes catch yours at the sound and it only serves to fan the flames.
“You are beautiful,” he rasps, his voice full of barely restrained desire, “Enchanting. Ethereal.”
You’re forced to hold in an unexpected gasp when he sinks to his knees in front of you, finger tips trailing down the long skirt until he gently grasps the hem between two fingers.
His gaze meets yours once again and you instantly feel as if you’re going to melt into a puddle, heat pooling at the apex of your thighs.
It’s like you’re a god. The devil himself on his knees worshipping you, his seafoam eye a divine mixture of carnal lust and sacred reverence.
“Silco,” you whisper shakily, a wave of emotions rapidly spreading through you.
Gods, what is he doing to you? Why do you feel so… so torn?
How does he just know exactly what to say and do to make you doubt everything you’ve ever known?
It almost makes you feel bad that you’re planning on doing something terrible while wearing it for real. Bad enough for you to really consider what outcome you actually want for the fated performance.
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Legs stretched out, one crossed over the other as he leans back on the edge of his desk, Silco stares breathlessly at the office door that you’ve just exited through.
He can’t get the image of you out of his head. That dress and the way it accentuated all your beautiful curves. The devastating way you’d looked at him. And gods, the way you’d said his name.
When Silco had first found you up on that stage, he’d been sure that his admiration for you could never grow any deeper. But now, he feels like he’s falling harder with each passing day.
Now, he knows that what he feels for you is love. Richer, still as all consuming as those first days of pure, unadulterated obsession, but now that feeling grips his soul too instead of just his body.
A loud thud on the desk behind him sounds through the office, but Silco doesn’t flinch. He’d heard his daughter entering via the rafters minutes before, just after you’d said his name in a way he’d been utterly desperate to hear for months now.
It’s also why he hadn’t attempted to kiss you or touch you any further, despite every nerve in his body practically screaming for it. Instead, he’d stood back up and deliberately asked you to rehearse your routine in costume a few times before returning it to him at dinner.
Originally, Silco had been awfully frustrated and borderline furious that you were taking so long to accept his advances to kiss you. But now, with his newly realised love for you, he finds himself slowly coming to accept that it might take a bit more time.
And surprisingly, he’s okay with that. No, he’s more than okay with it if it means you feel comfortable and secure in his presence.
Silco recognises that this is no longer the time to contemplate those sorts of feelings and urges, temporarily switching it off because he can hear Jinx begin to fidget with his eye injector behind him.
She’s tellingly quiet, and Silco lets her be, allowing her to process whatever it is she’s thinking and trying to articulate.
“Who is she? Why is she here?” she asks finally, in a tone that is undoubtedly accusatory, but he can spot the hurt she’s trying to hide.
Silco stands from the desk and walks back around to his chair, waiting until he’s sat back down to analyse her mannerisms and facial expressions. With no instant response, she continues, moving her legs from their casual crossed position to being hugged by her tattooed arms.
“You’ve changed. Ever since she got here, you’ve…” she trails off for a moment, probably searching for a way to not reveal what she’s really feeling. “You’re just different.”
Without asking, Silco knows what she really means. She feels left out.
It’s been only them for so long now and she’s worried that he’ll suddenly give up on her. Like he ever could.
“Pumpkin, she’s not here to replace you. You are my daughter and you will always be my daughter, no matter what,” he reassures her, placing his hand on the desk a few inches away from her leg.
He knows the signs when she’s feeling too rattled to even endure a gentle hand on her shoulder, so he doesn’t push it.
Jinx frowns, staring down at the injector she keeps fiddling with, pointedly avoiding his gaze.
“You didn’t answer me. Why is she here?”
Silco tries not to inhale and exhale too loudly, lest she interpret it as him being frustrated with her. He’s not. He just struggles to discuss his love life with anyone, let alone his teenage daughter.
But she keeps asking and it’s clearly affecting her, so he tries to be honest with her. If only to convince her that this change by your arrival is a positive one, and not one that he means to upset her with.
“Jinx, child,” he says candidly. “She’s here because I’m in love with her.”
Of course, she looks utterly shocked by his confession. And then, in her confusion, her lips curl into distaste, her words turning hurtful because she doesn’t understand what it means to love someone like that, so she lashes out instead.
“She doesn’t love you back, you know,” she retorts flatly. In a matter of fact.
Silco’s good eye blinks slowly and he purses his lips as he leans back in his chair.
“She’s getting there,” he sighs eventually, slowly raising his head to gaze up at the rafters. “She’s getting there.”
PART 9
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A/N: Giselle has been my favourite classic ballet since I was 8 and my favourite modern ballet is Christopher Wheeldon’s Alice in Wonderland, if anyone’s interested!! If you have a favourite ballet, let me know! -el x
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Taglist: @pinkrose1422 @ursawastricked
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Planotic Yandere Silco and Planotic Yandere Jinx with autistic female child reader
Warnings: Yandere themes, like one implication of kidnapping
These two may be very troubled and dangerous people in the Undercity, but considering their obsession with you, you are now one of the safest people out there.
Jinx is the first one to grow obsessed. She sees a lot of herself in you, especially if you have no family to take care of you.
It's very likely that she just up and takes you soon after she becomes obsessed. You'll be her new sister! One that she'll make sure won't stab her in the back like the last one.
Silco will walk into her workshop one day to see Jinx building a new weapon with you sitting next to her
At first, he keeps you around just to keep Jinx happy. Clearly, you make the older girl happy and give her something to focus on, but it doesn't take all that long for him to develop his own obsession with you.
Silco is the main one to take care of all of your needs. Of course, this means getting you your own space and clothes, as well as keeping you fed, but he also has your more specific stuff memorized.
Such as if you hate a specific smell, food, or texture. He keeps track of what you do and don't like, and makes sure to keep your safe foods stocked up.
Silco is also the one to notice if you're getting over or understimulated, especially in a social setting. Most of the time he'll have Jinx help you with that if he's dealing with something else (like if he's in a meeting or something), but will step out if he's the only one available.
He doesn't care if anyone calls him weak or soft for caring about you. If anyone dares to threaten you they'll see just how weak he is.
Whatever special interest you may develop is automatically catered to. If it's something that you need to be taught like an instrument, Silco would hire someone to teach you.
And if your interests happen to switch around often, going from one thing to the next, Jinx will always be there to happily help you discover all there is to learn about it.
And anything needed for that interest (like yarn for crochet) is happily provided by Silco.
Jinx would be especially happy if you took an interest in building like her. Even if you didn't, she'd love to spend time with you while you both worked on your separate projects.
She often calls this your "sisterly bonding time", and you two will spend hours cooped up in her workshop listening to music, sitting in silence, or just spitting out random stuff about whatever you're working on at the time.
You will grow up to be so loved and protected by these two.
Even when you grow up to realize that they're kind of (scarily) overprotective and smothering, and you don't have any friends aside from them, you never really think to question it because of how used to it you are.
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<First Round Draft, Suggestions Welcome...please!>
Comfort Fic Masterlist
For when you need a little bit of comfort. Mix of AO3 and Tumblr links. I try to provide warnings but please message me if there is a particular warning or tag I should apply to the story or you can provide a one to three sentence summary.
The Mandalorian
BobaDin Stress Relief Smut and Cuddles - By TranquilizedDropBear Boba and Din are idiots in love.
Refuge by @twistedstitcher27 - Din - Trauma, Mental Health, Fluff
Kingsman: The Golden Circle
First Time Sleeping Together by @littleferal - Agent Whiskey - Fluff
Triple Frontier
Glory by @highsviolets - Frankie “Catfish” Morales - Fluff, Soft Smut
Star Wars: The Clone Wars & The Bad Batch
Rex and Stretch Marks by @rexxdjarin - Body Insecurity, Fluff
Anxiety Attack with Rex and The Bad Batch by @zoeykallus - Mental Health, Fluff
The Bad Batch Comforting You by @waiting-for-motivation - Fluff
Baati’gar by @galacticgraffiti - Commander Wolffe - Fluff, Soft Smut mentioned
Clone Boys with an Autistic S/O by @masterjedilenawrites - Fluff
What Is This Feeling? by @masterjedilenawrites - Hunter - Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Allow Me To Walk You Home Commander by @dancingwiththeplanets - Commander Cody - Fluff
Idiots in Love by @clonewarslover55 - Commander Thorn - Fluff
I Won’t Leave by ? - Crosshair - Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Humor Me by @happytroopers -Crosshair - Sickfic, Comfort
Welcome Company by @uponrightful - Commander Wolffe - Comfort, Fluff
Kenobi
Yandere Homeless Clone x Plus Size Reader by @jetiisyandereclones - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Smut
Arcane
Comfort by @silcoitus - Silco - Hurt/Comfort, Description of Violence, Mental/Emotional Health, Soft Smut
Close Your Eyes by @sweatandwoe - Silco - Fluff
Exhausted by @sweatandwoe - Silco - Smut mentioned, Fluff
Look At Me by @honey-tongued-devil - Silco- Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health
It’s Been a Long Day by @starsinmylatte - Silco - Fluff
Are You Cold? by @ace-of-zaun - Silco -Fluff
Between Sleep by @a-gal-with-taste - Silco - Fluff
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We Could Be a Family Pt.2 (Platonic Yandere Silco and Jinx).
It's finally happening. Here's part 1. And no, I'm not doing a part 3.
tw: choking is done to reader.
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"You called for me."
Silco was sitting at his desk, his chair facing the grand window behind him, his eyes locked on the world outside his office.
He doesn't acknowledge you immediately. Instead, he slowly swivels his chair around, facing you with his syringe in hand. He gives you a small smile, one which you do not reciprocate.
"What do you need, I was working." You say blankly, Silco's smile dropping. He sometimes missed when you were younger, cute and naive. Now, you're eighteen, much more mature and hardened towards the world. He wishes he could go back to when you were a child, he wishes he could change a lot of things.
Silco waves the syringe around, your eyes rolling immediately. You take a short walk to his desk, walking behind the desk and taking the syringe from him.
The syringe has a small vial of shimmer in it, glistening under the light of the room. You take a stand in front of Silco, pulling down the syringe and listening for the click.
"You know...I've been thinking..." You mumble, Silco's focusing on you.
"That could be dangerous." Silco says, his voice gravelly. You don't react to his comment, moving the syringe towards his eye after a faint click sound is heard.
"I--I want to join the Academy." You whisper, Silco flinching when the needle punctures his eye and the shimmer drains. Once the syringe is taken away, he bends over heaving, looking at you with a snarl.
"What?!"
You fiddle with the syringe, placing it down on the table eventually. "I-I want to join the Academy, become a chemist." You reverted back to your shy demeanor, not even looking Silco in the eye.
He huffs, a small laugh escaping his mouth as he regains his composure. "Heh-you think they'd let a child from Zaun into the Academy." He leans back into his chair. "They wouldn't even let you into the city."
You look up at him, your face scrunched up in embarrassment. "I have the money, remember?" Of course, he remembers. You were smart, you hid it, and neither him nor his underlings could find any trace of him. "I could leave at any moment."
"But you won't." Silco says, smirking. He waves the syringe around, almost playfully. "You're my best worker."
"What about Jinx?"
"Jinx is unpredictable."
You cross your arms, and Silco can notice tears on your eyeline. "Can I go now?"
Silco doesn't answer, simply turning around and gazing back out the window. His smile drops as he hears your feet shuffling away. "(Y/N)."
"What?"
"...Don't forget about dinner."
You don't answer, the door slamming shut.
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"Where ya going?"
You look over your shoulder, Jinx in the doorway behind you. You barely spare her a look before continuing to throw clothes into your old suitcase.
"I'm leaving."
The girl doesn't respond, but you can hear her move deeper into your room. She sighs dramatically, before crashing down onto your bed, her arms out to the side, one of her arms conveniently covering your suitcase.
"Is this about you messing up your assignment the other day?" She giggles, blowing a strand of hair out of her face before it falls right back in place. "Cuz it's not that big of a deal."
You don't even remember your previous assignment, but you remember being reprimanded by Silco. It was the first time in years he's yelled at you that loudly. It's a harsh reminder on why you should've left sooner.
You huff at the girl, moving her arm and zipping the suitcase closed. "No, Jinx, it's not about the assignment." You look her in the eyes, your whole demeanor calming when you notice the slight hurt in her face. "It's about-about everything. It's about Silco not respecting me, about me essentially being his prisoner since I was 14. It's about wanting more than what Zaun can give me. You understand that, right?"
The girl, yet again, remains silent, and her eyes move from you to the ceiling. You can tell she's having a conversation with herself in her head, and you debate leaving now. But you instead wait it out, watching as she rises from her spot, looking directly at you.
"You're being selfish." Her face was stern, angry even, and you could feel rage bubbling inside of you.
You let out a dry laugh, "I'm being selfish? Me?" You raise a brow at her as your voice raises. "What about you, you--you monopolize all my time, which gets me in trouble, and since you're Silco's little princess I have to take blame, because nothing could ever be your fault!"
Jinx is standing now, her face directly in front of you. "You're abandoning us, me and Silco, and you won't even acknowledge it."
"I'm not abandoning you; I'm giving myself a better life! And if that's selfish, then I guess I'm fucking selfish!" You yell one final time, slamming the door to your bedroom, leaving Jinx all alone.
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Getting into Piltover was the easy part, you knew that.
The hard part was making sure you had all the money you needed.
You had to have enough money for food, clothes, housing, and eventually, schooling. You knew the money you've been saving would be enough, but you were still nervous.
You hid your money well, deep within Zaun, a place Silco would never go himself. You hid it in an old, abandoned building, in a case locked away. You knew hiding it in a place such as that was risky, Shimmer addicts frequented the area regularly, but it was the safest place from Silco and his goons.
You push your way into the building, your body squeezing when your arm brushes up against something gooey, but you ignore it. You take a deep breath when you finally get into the room, immediately eyeing the case.
You rush over to pick it up, checking just in case to make sure all the money was there. After counting everything, you shut the case, tucking it under your arm, squeezing yourself back out of the building.
You heave, never looking back as you make your way higher and higher out of Zaun. You make sure not to bump into anyone, every few seconds checking to make sure the case is still with you. It was difficult, feeling as though everywhere you turned someone was looking at you, looking for you. It was only a matter of time before Jinx realized that you were gone, but you didn't care.
You were done.
You were free.
And as you crossed the bridge into Piltover, the fresh air on your face, the singing of birds in your ear, the bright blue sky almost too much to handle, you knew that you finally made it.
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You sometimes wonder if you're too lucky.
You've been in Piltover for three weeks now, and so far everything has been fine. Almost too fine.
You haven't gotten any weird stares, you haven't seen any tuffs of blue hair in any corners, and you even have an interview for an Academy position in a few weeks. You may have had to lie about your situation, but it didn't hurt anybody, and it wasn't like they were going to find out.
Everything was great, but it made you nervous.
Admittedly, you were a bit of a shut it. You barely left your small apartment unless you absolutely had to. Call it paranoia, but you always feared that every second you were outside was an opportunity for Silco to find you. You knew he was working with the enforcers, you knew that If they wanted to, they could take you right back to him immediately, but they haven't, and that scared you.
It was the dead of night, and of course, you couldn't sleep. Back in Zaun, it was hard to tell what time of day it was, the sunlight never reached down that far. It makes sleeping difficult for you, the quiet unnatural. So, you'd spend hours looking at the stars on your balcony. They were fascinating, beautiful, and strange all at the same time.
"It's beautiful, isn't it."
In a moment, you jumped up, turning towards the sound. Your heart was racing as you stared Silco in the eyes, his face unwavering as you shook in a mixture of surprise and anger.
"What are you--how did you get in?" You knew that was a stupid question, you could see a guilt ridden face of Marcus just right outside your door. You knew it was a matter of time before he ratted you out.
The wind blew behind you as you took a deep breath, steading yourself. "What do you want?"
Silco smirked, sensing your fear. You tried your best to put on a brave face, you didn't want him to use anything against you, but he could tell you were on edge, and you could tell you right where he wanted you.
The tall man stalked towards you, "honesty, I want you to be happy" he says, his voice low. You back away from him as he gets closer, hands grabbing the edge of the balcony as you back into it. He stands right in front of you, staring down at you.
"I've always wanted your happiness" a hand reaches up to grab your cheek. "above anything else." He whispers the last part as he looks you in the eyes. He was surprisingly soft, stopping you from moving out of pure confusion.
"I know I haven't been the best to you." He says, his hand moving down toward your neck. "But that isn't an excuse to disobey me." His hand tightens, restricting you from breathing a small bit. Your heart starts racing again as you feel your breath constrict.
"You are coming home." He says, his voice cold. "You will apologize to your sister, and you not leave again." His gaze never leaves you, even as you start choking. "Are we clear?" You could barely move your head, his grip tight. You racked your brain for any sense of fight, any small bit of rebellion left in you. But as the air left your lungs and your vision began to darken, all you could do was nod.
In an instant, his hand left your throat, your ragged breathing and coughs filled the room. You hear Silco kneel down close to you, feel his hand touch your back, but you're too concerned with coughing up air to care. You feel him rub your back, that disgusting sense of care making you want to throw up. You tried to move away from him, but there was nowhere to go.
Your head spins as he realizes that he wanted this, he wanted you to leave and get a sense of freedom, only to rip it away from you. He wanted to fill you with so much fear and then comfort you like a father comforts their child, it disgusts you.
It disgusts you as he pulls you up, tucking you into his side. It disgusts you as you walk out of your apartment, seeing the shame in Marcus's face as you're pulled away from him. It disgusts you as you watch the only bit of freedom you've ever had disappear behind the bridge.
Maybe this was your fault for assuming Silco would get over you. Maybe this was your fault for assuming Jinx wouldn't rat you out. Maybe it was your fault for being ever entering Silco's bar in the first place, for stealing that Shimmer and going along with that deal.
You can only imagine what life would've been like if you and Silco never crossed paths.
You can only dream.
#soft yandere#yandere x reader#platonic yandere#arcane x reader#yandere arcane#platonic yandere arcane#yandere arcane x reader#yandere silco#arcane
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MASTERLIST
CRIMINAL MINDS
spencer reid dating hcs
♡
RESIDENT EVIL
yandere Ethan Winters headcanons
ethan winters fluff
yandere simp Ethan x reader
yandere wesker- soft possessive hcs
yandere wesker coming home to you
♡
NBC HANNIBAL
yandere Will Graham headcanons
♡
PRISON BREAK
michael scofield dating hcs
♡
HITMAN
playing cards w Diana and 47
lucas grey x reader headcanons
yandere agent 47 headcanons
yan!agent 47 x airheaded/princessy reader
yan!agent 47 getting the silent treatment
yan!agent 47 with brat/rebellious reader
yan!agent 47 x sleepy reader
agent 47 rescuing his darling hcs
"Thrill of the kill" 47 x nb!reader
♡
SLASHERS
yandere dbd Pyramid head headcanons
yandere dbd Micheal Myers headcanons
thomas hewitt drabble
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DC
yandere Roman Sionis x reader
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ARCANE
"Your beauty never ever scared me" Silco x gn! reader
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Master List
Arcane
Mylo
-Mylo x fem boxer reader pt2
Mylo goes to his first underground boxing match
Mylo x deaf reader
Mylo meet r who is deaf
Mom Caitlyn x child reader +Mom/Aunt Jinx and Uncle Ekko
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5
Sevika
(Manner) Sevika x femreader pt2 pt3
r yells at Sevika for bumping into her Sevika is shocked
Vi
Vi x fem reader
soft smut w/ Vi
Vi x reader
dealing w/ r going through drug withdrawal
Vi x reader
Vi with a r who likes to sing
Vi and Caitlyn
Vi and Caitlyn x reader
A guy flirts with r Cait and Vi get jealous
Jinx
Jinx x male dancer reader
Jinx hides from enforcers and find
Jinx x fem reader
R find Jinx beating someone up
Jinx x Caitlyn’s sister
Jinx x disabled reader
just some hcs
Jinx x fem reader angst pt2
Jinx x reader with toddler (hc)
Viktor
Viktor x reader
stargazing w/ Viktor
Mel
Yandere Mel x reader x Yandere Ambessa
Mel x reader
soulmate au
Ambessa
Yander Mel x reader x Yandere Ambessa
Silco
Silco x wife reader
Headcannons
Viktor, Ekko & Vi with touch starved s/o
The Last of Us
Jesse
Jesse x reader (platonic)
You and Jesse celebrate your birthday
Ellie
Care
Ellie x gn depressed reader, just some fluff with minor angst as Ellie makes you feel better
Again
Ellie x male reader (platonic)
angst, you die via bite some fluff before that
#arcane#mylo x reader#caitlyn x reader#vi x reader#jinx x reader#sevika x reader#sevika#jesse tlou#tlou2#mel x reader#ambessa#silco x you
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2. what sort of things does your muse look for in a partner?
12. what is your muse’s love language?
2. what sort of things does your muse look for in a partner?
This was largely answered here: Do feel free to ask about specifics if desired.
https://independentzaun.tumblr.com/post/699020202499784704/what-is-silco-attracted-to-in-a-potential-sex
12. what is your muse’s love language?
This is difficult honestly. Silco is not very experienced with actual Love, and has had more than a few people betray him so it's left him with a few hang ups. I do headcanon my Silco as largely demiromantic so you have to get that emotional connection before the romance comes, but he's also pansexual so the sex is a lot easier to get before the romance. With that said if you get to that point he is the most devoted partner you will find.
He's not submissive, but he doesn't see taking care of you and making sure you have your favorite foods and the expensive lotion you like and the comfortable blanket as submissive. He see's it as taking one quick moment to express the fact he sees you and your needs and is willing to help fulfill them. He wants you safe, healthy, happy, and strong. He won't say much, and in public he wont display much either because he views it as a risk to let people know what you mean to him. In private though there is a lot of idle touching, a lot of making sure you have what you need, soft moments with him brushing or braiding your hair if you need it and that sort of thing. Also sex, to be blunt, he's got more stamina and more interest than one might expect and is quite happy to engage in that activity.
The bad part is he can be a possessive/protective bastard. Now how far that goes honestly is dependent on the RP in question and if the mun's involved want to explore it going toxic or not. At a minimum however if you mention your boss being a total and complete asshole, and how you hate them and want them to disappear multiple times... your boss will very likely be gone within a week. Mention someone that abused you, they will be found in a river. He will murder people for you without question, he will blackmail others, he will threaten others, and he does not care if its "right" or "wrong" to do. He is powerful, influential, and is not a good person. However he isn't cruel or murderous for no reason so you don't have to worry about friends randomly going missing, or something*. Enjoy your moray eel in human form of a boyfriend.
*Unless you have an interest in a full yandere highly toxic Silco that is, but that's something to discuss and plan.
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If your still taking request/prompts I'm literally going feral for the silco content on Tumblr. There's not enough yet and I need morrrrre
🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ˚ ｡ . 🪺
𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .
♫ 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⸺ 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
˚ ✩ 🦋 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🍊
( 📁 ) . . . 𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.
( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗲! <𝟯
𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗰𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .
𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, & 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎
“ever wonder what it’s like to drown?”
silco recounts the memory fondly while conversing with sevika, staring upon the grimy city of zaun beneath him as cigar smoke satiates the walls of his lungs
“there’s peace in water that is holding you, whispering in low tones to let it in, and every problem in the world will fade away.”
he remembers the way his heart stuttered in fear before the accelerating rate simmered to silence; he remembers how he found serenity within the burning fire that wrapped around his body
“i would do anything to feel the peace i felt then. so, for that, i thank my old friend.”
he remembers floating through the expanses of the current as the ricochet between life and death came to a tranquil halt
then, there was blissfully nothing
“that day i let a weak man die, and i won’t let my best henchman fall prey to such weakness, either. find me that gemstone, or i may change my mind…”
outside the uproarious ambiance of the last drop, the crystal glistens beneath your fingertips, illuminating the dark alleyway with its amalgam of enchanting hues
what started as a mere midnight stroll through the grungy streets of zaun turned into a marvelous discovery
you just so happened to lay eyes upon a hextech gemstone tucked beneath a pile of broken beer bottles and cigarette buds
what you thought was an expensive marble that rolled its way from piltover was actually the prized possession of the most dangerous crime lord in the under-city
you nestle the gemstone into your hand, pondered of its potential materialistic matter, and turn tail, only to smack headfirst into the tall frame of silco’s right-hand man
as sevika stares down upon your form, you look to the scars and wounds adorning her face in fear, cowering under her gaze like a guilty puppy
you take a step back, and she takes one forward; this process continues and hastens until you feel your back plummet against the chest of another
silco grasps hold of your wrist, turning you to face him as a faint snicker escapes his mouth at your attempt to hide the crystal in your palm
he stares upon the shadows of violet and blue as they escape through creases of your clenched fingers before his eyes travel up your arm then land on you- oh my god, you
there it is again…
peace
for this mere moment, staring upon the pigments of your irises, silco is at peace; he is no longer just a walking carcass holding a broken soul
he feels alive again, and it is everything
abruptly, you let go of the crystal and charge a blow to his stomach, exploiting his moment of weakness and sprinting away into the busy streets of zaun
as he doubles over in pain, the chaos and torment he had known all his life soon returns, and so does the unfathomable rage
these all-too-familiar feelings permeated everything around silco; hell, he could practically taste the copper flavor of sorrow on his tongue
“w-who was that!?” he demands sevika frantically, sapphire and vermillion colored eyes blown wide in panic
sevika stares back at her boss in bewilderment, still processing the ephemeral event that took place, before leaning down and grasping the crystal in her fingers
silco snatches the gem from her grasp with a scoff like a child whose favorite toy had been stolen, stomping away in humiliation after he had so foolishly revealed his weakness in a matter of seconds
days have passed since the return of the gemstone and silco had just about run to the ends of the earth in search of you
he holds the crystal tight in his grasp, tracing his fingers among the gem and marveling at the memory of you
he had become increasingly possessive of said gemstone, even going as far as to shout at poor jinx when her sticky paws took it into her possession for no less than an hour
it is the only fragment of you he has left, after all
piles of budgeting expenses and shimmer reports have been left discarded on silco's desk, he now spends his days searching through zaun and scanning every citizen document within the city
he has even sacrificed his own power to search piltover top-to-bottom in hopes of finding your illuminating face, but at last, his last sliver of hope in life had vanished off the face of the earth
and after hiding out in the shadows for so long, a mere picture of you in a local market taken by one of the numerous private investigators silco hired sent you directly into the arms of danger, once again
you’re now in a mess of blood and grime after your pathetic attempts to defend yourself against sevika, using whatever disgusting matter you could find within the dank streets to strike against the woman
she holds a gas mask firm to your wounded face as you meekly struggle against her strong force, all before your body weakens into an induced slumber
now, within the grasp of sevika, you feel the ricochet between life and death come to a tranquil halt
“hello again, pretty one” you feel a finger curl beneath your chin, thumb prodding at your bottom lip as your conscious thoughts hit you like a train
you immediately recoil from the touch of your captor while he shushes you like you would a child, nestling you further into the lavish comforter of his bed
his hands trace over the marks and bruises that he has since tended to that were left by sevika, who would soon meet her demise after laying hands on you in such a heinous way
with frantic breaths, you follow in fear as silco rests his forehead against yours, practically giddy at the phenomenon of being so close to you
you shut your eyes and await your supposed death until you catch sight of the familiar shades of violet and azure in your peripheral
“still looking for this?” he says, rolling the hextech gemstone in his fingers, “how about a deal, hmm? i’ll let you keep this crystal as your own, all in return for a simple kiss” his eyes are blown wide in desire as they peer into yours
your face scrunches in disgust at the mere idea, wincing away from his firm hold
god, even a blind man could notice the way his face drops in despair as if your rejection was his worst possible fate
“that’s quite all right,” he emphasized in a desperate attempt to keep his composure, “i’m well aware if i kissed you, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself”
he parts ways from your forehead and restored to cradling your jaw to halt his uncontrollable cravings
meanwhile, your mind is reeling with dread and uncertainties about your current fate
this is all just some act, right? there is no possible way this is the most feared man of zaun, right? i won’t be held captive with some lovesick maniac for the rest of my life… right?
“after all, we have all the time in the world to worry about those inevitable matters... don’t we, dove?”
your heart hammers within your chest, god if only sevika had just killed me then.
#arcane#silco#league of legends#lol#arcane imagines#silco imagine#lol imagine#league of legends imagine#arcane x reader#silco x reader#lol x reader#league of legends x reader#yandere#yandere arcane#yandere silco#yandere lol#yandere league of legends#soft yandere#yandere imagines#moonfairy
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Hey, could you do yandere Silco with a GN s/o who genuinely adores him?
You just want to see soft yandere silco, don’t you anon? I know you probably can’t read my tone, but I said that very smugly lololol.
Melts. Positively, straight up, melts.
This man has never experienced an ounce of romantic affection in his life, you cannot convince me otherwise.
Because one, he was too busy focusing on his plans for Zaun, and two, even if he had been interested in anyone they probably were more into Vander.
Silco can’t get enough of this feeling, and he reluctantly admits that he enjoys being soft and gentle with you.
Silco needs you with him constantly. If you’re away, even for a short period of ten minutes, his anxiety kicks into high gear. Being the ruler of Zaun has given him a surplus of enemies, and if something ever happened to you he would burn everything to ashes.
Is definitely the type to wait outside the door when you use the restroom.
Silco does not trust his own henchmen to look after you, and insists on personally escorting you everywhere. When you’re both out and about, he has one arm wrapped possessively around your hip the whole time and don’t even think about saying it’s embarrassing you (Y/N)!
Silco will buy you anything you so much as even glance at, he’s basically a glorified sugar daddy tbh. (If it’s clothing, he’s getting it tailored specifically for you, and he’s actually given some of his own clothes to have tailored so they fit you.)
Dare I say you rank even higher than Jinx in his list of priorities. Silco is actually hesitant to let you interact with Jinx, because he knows how unstable she can be and he would rather perish than let you get hurt.
Silco’s favorite places to have you with him are on his lap in his office, or spooning you in his bed.
He may not seem like a cuddle bug at first, but once he trusts you not to run away, there isn’t an instant where he’s not at your hip touching you in some way behind closed doors, and even in public he has you by his side 25/8.
Silco’s relatively scrawny, but you should not under any circumstances underestimate him or his willingness to protect you and keep you to himself.
Another yandere who actively enjoys killing for you. It’s one of Silco’s ways of showing he cares for you, and it’s getting rid of anyone who he thinks may have even the smallest inkling of ill will towards you, so it’s a win-win in his mind.
Silco enjoys sharing his plans for Zaun with you, down to the gritty details, so if you feel like he’s over sharing or some of the details are a bit too disturbing for you, tell him and he’ll apologize immediately. He makes up for scaring you by cuddling with you even more.
Even if he trusts you, Silco still finds it hard to completely open up to you and that can sometimes make him come off as stiff or cold. Give him time, and eventually it will all come out in a rare emotional outburst.
Once you’re done comforting him, you can expect him to be much more malleable and relaxed with you from then on out. It’s at this point Silco realizes he likes being vulnerable with you, to be able to tell someone what’s bothering him instead of just brutally slaughtering those who have wronged him.
Convince him to be the small spoon. Silco normally is not one to be coddled, but by doing this you have opened up a whole new world to him. He’s not leaving your grasp unless he absolutely has to. Good luck, darling!
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I can't too you how long I've been looking for an obsessive Silco fic. And Pas de Deux is just what the Shimmer doctor ordered 😊🤣 Please keep up the great work. That said, I'd love to request a Silco x Fem Reader drabble with this dialogue prompt:
"Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you acted out? Because I will if you keep pushing me"
A/N: Hello!! Thank you, that’s very kind of you!! Have you read Chickenparm‘s Happenstance? It’s about a yandere!silco and is absolutely phenomenal, would 100% recommend! Also, great line, thank you for the request!! <3 -elsie x
Silco x f!reader, 1.9k words, SFW
Warnings: very suggestive, established relationship, reader being a bit of a brat, getting tied up and gagged, dom/sub
Sometimes, dating Silco meant romantic dates, soft words, and even softer touches that were completely at odds with his reputation as a ruthless kingpin. And on those days, you adored how he worshipped you and you worshipped him in return.
But other times, dating Silco meant pushing his buttons in such a sinful way, he practically tore your clothes off your body in his haste to savour you.
And luckily for you, today was one of those delicious days.
When you’d arrived at the kingpin’s office, you’d hoped to ease some of your frustrations of the day by sitting on his lap and kissing his neck until he laid you out on top of the desk.
But alas, it was not meant to be.
Silco had accepted your greeting kiss, but that was as far as you’d gotten, because he’d then asked you to wait while he finished some important work, in that smooth voice that always sent shivers down your spine no matter how many times you heard it.
He did this sometimes.
He wasn’t mad at you. Far from it.
No, Silco just occasionally enjoyed testing your patience, making you wait until he felt like you’d earned his attentions.
Unfortunately for him, today you were feeling rather impatient.
You’d been sitting on the sofa, waiting for a whole ten minutes as he scribbled away at the reports on his desk, when you finally broke the silence.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to give you a massage while you work? It might help you relax,” you offer, in a tone of voice that sounded innocent enough… but Silco knew you far better than that.
“No, thank you, darling,” he replies, not even gracing you with a look of acknowledgement.
You frown.
“How about I help you out of that uncomfortable vest and tie?”
Silco slowly looks up and meets your gaze with an entirely unimpressed expression.
“Sweetheart,” he emphasises, “I’ve already told you, I will give you anything you want after I am finished with this paperwork.”
It was a warning and not one you took kindly to. You wanted him and you wanted him now.
Exhaling sharply through your nose, you tip your head backwards until it hits the back of the sofa, leaving you to glare up at the rafters.
Okay, if he wasn’t going to be persuaded with words, then you’d have to make him pay attention to you with actions.
You push yourself up from the sofa and make your way over to the bookshelf, your fingertips trailing over the various books and trinkets lining the shelves. You take out a book and act as if you’re thoughtfully perusing its contents, before purposefully dropping it on the floor.
“Oops!” you exclaim coyly, making a show of bending over to pick it up and taking your time straightening up.
A quick glance over your shoulder reveals his reaction.
Nothing. He simply carries on reading his report, his eyes glued to the paperwork on the desk.
Fine. Two can play at this game.
Sauntering over to his desk, you perch on the edge opposite him, but instead of turning your body to face him fully, you give him a sideways glance.
Silco ignores you.
It’s a struggle not to huff at his blatant disregard for you. But you hold it back.
Instead, you reach for one of the loose sheets of paper (that you know are unimportant because of where he has placed them) and slowly begin to fold it into a paper plane. Once you’re done, you aim for the door and watch as it flies through the air, only for it to fall short and settle in the middle of the office.
There’s no sound behind you, except for the continuous noise of pen scratching on paper, made by the man who was really beginning to test your patience.
So you make another one and throw it at the phonograph.
Another lands squarely on the sofa as you send it flying across the room.
By the time you’ve made a fourth and launched it at the beautiful stained glass window behind Silco’s desk, you’re having the time of your life. It makes an incredibly satisfying clunk against the window, but you’re broken from your self-entertained state by Silco slamming his pen down on the desk.
You blanch at the abrupt sound and meet his gaze to find his lip twitching in irritation.
Silco glares at you for a good few moments, not quite giving you the full-on death stare (you know, the one that usually makes grown men tremble), but it’s still enough to have your insides squirming.
“Pick those up,” he instructs lowly.
“No.”
The game you’re playing right now is a dangerous one.
And you fucking love it.
You see his mouth tighten and his corrupted eye swirls with a chilling amount of intensity, but the glint in his seafoam eye gives him away. He’s definitely enjoying this just as much as you are.
Silco leans forward menacingly.
“Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you acted out? Because I will if you keep pushing me.”
Oh, you loved it when he threatened you like that. And you loved this threat in particular because you want him to do it again.
It wasn’t often that you teased him like this, but the last time you did, it had been an incredible evening, to say the least. So, you’re going to push it …literally.
Maintaining stubborn eye contact with him the whole time, you stretch your arm out until your fingers touch the cool glass of his whiskey. And you very slowly push it to the side of the desk until it teeters on the edge and, almost like it’s in slow motion, drops to the floor.
It doesn’t smash because the rug beneath the desk cushions its fall, but it does mean that his expensive whiskey soaks right into it, framing the gold and contrasting the blue.
There’s a split second where Silco’s fist tightens, his knuckles going white from the strained action, and it’s safe to say, he looks positively furious.
Rather foolishly, you do the very worst thing you could possibly do at this given moment.
You grin.
It must have been the spark to ignite his rage because all of a sudden, his chair swivels and he lunges from it, barely giving you enough time to hurl yourself off the desk and towards the office door.
You bolt as fast as you can across the room, but you’re not quick enough. His arms wrap solidly around your body before you can even think about reaching for the door handle, pulling you backwards with a hard yank.
Truthfully, taunting the lion in his own den could only bring about this kind of exquisite demise.
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You know the game has really begun now because your wrists and ankles are tied up with the short lengths of rope that Silco keeps handy in his desk drawer.
He was kind enough to let you sit on the chair this time, but made sure that it was placed right in the middle of the room, so anything that could help you out of your restraints was too far to reach.
…The cunning bastard.
Now that actions were eliminated from your arsenal, it was back to words.
“Silco,” you whine, knowing full well how you sound, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
You’re ignored again and it’s like a switch has been flipped with how rapidly your tone changes.
“Fine. I take it back, I’m not sorry at all. In fact, I’m going to get out of these and when I do I’m going to-”
Silco abruptly stands up from his chair, his facial expression worryingly neutral. Without uttering a single word, he rounds the desk and prowls towards you, his dexterous hands slowly removing the silk tie from his collar.
You should have spotted the red flags instantly, but instead, you let your aroused body do the thinking and interpret his undressing as a win.
Fuck, yes.
He’d finally given in to your less-than-subtle demands, you’re certain of it.
That is, certain until he rolls up the tie, pinches the inside of your thigh until you yelp, and shoves the tie into your mouth.
…Well, you should have seen that one coming.
You wriggle in the chair in fake indignation as he turns sharply on his heel and returns to his desk and that damned paperwork. Truthfully, you’re not mad at all. It was all part of the game. Getting him so riled up, he’d end up taking his frustrations out on you in the best way possible.
You jerk against the restraints once more and try to spit out the tie but you soon realise it’s pointless.
Watching him read his paperwork as if you weren’t there, his neck now exposed with the top button of his shirt undone, was practically torture.
“Thilco,” you struggle to say around the tie, slumping back against the chair as much as you can with your hands tied behind your back.
He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow.
If your mouth wasn’t currently occupied by a silk tie, you’d be heavily pouting, but without that little weapon, you resort to pleading with him using your best puppy dog eyes.
“Pease,” you mumble pathetically.
Silco sighs heavily, as if you’d just asked him to walk all the way to Piltover and back.
“Are you going to behave?”
“Yeff,” you murmur emphatically, nodding your head for emphasis.
There’s a pause as he openly considers your request, and he must have oh so graciously decided in your favour, because he stands once again and makes his way over to you.
You keep the innocent expression on your face as he approaches you and gently pulls the now sodden tie from your mouth. An overexaggerated jaw roll from you and Silco is leaning down over you to untie your wrists behind your back, leaving his beautiful neck ripe for the picking.
It’s an opportunity that you just can’t resist.
You latch onto his neck in a messy, open-mouthed kiss and suck, nipping his skin just enough with your teeth to have him jerking his head away from you.
Silco’s hands clamp around your thighs, tightening around your flesh so hard that you jolt backwards in return, allowing you to see his utterly feral expression, strands of his hair hanging down onto his forehead.
Oh fuck, you were going to get it now.
He releases your surely-bruised thighs and hauls you up onto his shoulder, as if you weigh nothing at all. Gods, it was easy to forget how strong he was.
But as he carries you into the bedroom, you’re delightfully reminded of that fact.
You make one last ditch effort to feign remorse, crying out, “I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!” which only earns you a firm slap on your backside.
Once in the bedroom, you’re tossed onto the bed, still tied up at both your wrists and ankles, as you land face down on the silk sheets.
You crane your neck to look over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of Silco locking the bedroom door and turning to face you.
The look on his gorgeous, wicked face as he stalks slowly towards you sends an electrifying thrill through your entire body.
I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.
You don’t even realise you’re whispering aloud until Silco answers you.
“Oh, I know you’re going to be good for me, doll” he drawls, getting closer and closer with each step, “After that little display, you’re going to give me anything I want.”
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